I am getting my most recent profile pictures from my orthodontist. For now I will continue where I left off. My surgery was scheduled for the afternoon on April 12th, 2011. I flew my mom to Hawaii a week before the surgery so we could have some time before the procedure. I checked into the hospital in the morning and we spent the night there as well. I was in surgery for six hours.
I decided I won’t withhold details so if you’re squeamish, be warned.
The night after surgery is among the hardest nights of my life. I had surgery once before: I had my appendix removed the night before 9/11. That was mild stomach pain, this was something else. It wasn’t painful but I could not shake feeling as though I had been kicked in the face by a horse. Even harder was being unable to express my discomforts with the ease I could that same morning.
Rubber bands held my jaw closed so it wouldn’t move and ruin the surgeon’s positioning. The worst part of the night was having a reaction to nausea medication. I vomited. With my mouth held shut.
When looking at the pictures of myself compared to other people who have undergone similar surgeries I feel like I look much worse. My lips were massive following the surgery. Below are pictures taken during my recovery. I only included pictures I felt showed the changes the best.
Mousing over them will show the date. I will talk about stories behind some of those pictures next.
January, 2011 my orthodontist decided it was time to move ahead with my treatment plan. He introduced me to my maxillofacial surgeon and I began a series of pre-surgery appointments. Here are the basic steps of my surgery:
- Split and widen the upper jaw
- Cut and move the bottom jaw forward
- Push the chin outward
A wedge shaped cut in my upper jaw would widen it as it was too narrow for the desired bite. Next they moved the bottom jaw forward, by cutting a section of bone on either side, which would align the teeth for my bite. Then a sliding genioplasty pushes a horseshoe shaped section from the middle of my chin outward. I elected to do the genioplasty because my lower jaw was about to be shifted forward and my chin would diminish without a similar adjustment outward.
All my pre-surgery appointments were to build what is called a splint. The splint was made from impressions of my upper and lower teeth and x-rays and shaped to be the ideal model for my bite. This mold is what they would use to guide my jaw while in surgery, to provide the desired result.
I moved to Hawaii in August, 2008, stationed on Oahu with the US Navy. Once my job qualifications were completed I scheduled a consultation for orthodontic treatment. The dental clinic made me an appointment to see a doctor at Makalapa, the clinic at Pearl Harbor. After his examination he determined that I had a case and could see an orthodontist for evaluation. The only military orthodontists on the island are seen through Tripler Army Medical Center.
The orthodontist examined me and made the decision as to whether orthodontic treatment was necessary or cosmetic. This would determine whether the Navy would pay for my orthodontic treatment or if I would have to pay out of pocket. He decided that it was necessary due to my jaw dislocating and the quality of life improvement if my teeth and bite were corrected. May, 2009 I was fitted for my bands and began an almost two year process of shifting my teeth.
My initial orthodontic treatment focused on closing the gaps and pulling my front teeth back into my mouth. They also rotated a few of my teeth so they lined up with the rest of my bite. This took about a year and half of adjustments to my wires, but overall it was smooth sailing. My doctor and dental assistants were great about letting me know what was happening and explaining everything.
In January 2005 my mom took me to see an orthodontist. I had a large gaps in my front teeth with a severe overbite. We were going to see how much it would cost to correct these. The orthodontist told me that they could fix the spacing in my teeth but only some of the overbite.
I would need extensive facial reconstructive surgery or I would have to wear a retainer for the rest of my life. My bottom jaw was undersized, creating the overbite and gaps in my teeth. My bite created wear on my teeth and gums. I could also dislocate my jaw by opening it too wide. However my parents didn’t have the money for pay for the surgery so we decided I would forgo braces.
May, 2009 I began treatment. Four years later my braces came off. Pictures and full story to come.
I try to write every day, my goal is usually 500 words or two pages in my composition notebook. I write smaller than most so two pages will usually land somewhere in the 500 range. Some days it goes by in what seems like mere moments, other days it drags on as I fight to get the words on the page. What I wrote today came out in a different style than I have ever written before: comedy.
Figaro was a small boy. Not the smallest but he was close. In fact he might as well have been the smallest. You know what, scratch those other shrimpy kids out, Figaro is the smallest boy. Smallest there ever was.
Being the smallest did not stop him from being a lovely boy who lived life to the fullest. In truth being short and small doesn't make life any less fun. It just makes cupboards and store shelves difficult to manage. Oh, and clothes shopping. Proper sized pants are about near impossible to find.
Figaro didn't have to worry about that though. As he was a young boy there were clothes aplenty in his size. Plus his mother would do the shopping. I say would since Figaro's parents had vanished a long time ago.
Oh don't get me wrong, they had not been murdered or anything gruesome such as that. Nor had they abandoned little Figaro and run off, how despicable. No, it had been Figaro who had done the running away. I am quite certain his parents are still rather broken up over the whole affair.
I cannot claim to know why Figaro ran away from his loving home. (In truth he had run away from the park, not home. Just a difference. Neither here nor there.) Perhaps it was a dislike for homework, or having to eat peas. Lord knows broccoli has lead many a child to consider a life without cries of “Eat your vegetables!” from monsters better known as parents. Whatever it was Figaro had not even left a note to explain. Or if he had it was blown away by the wind, he did run away from the park after all.
The police had ruled out foul play. No sinister motives were at work here, they claimed. How they came to that conclusion I have not a foggiest clue, I’m not a detective after all. I just write the story. Though I must admit a kidnapping story might be filled with more drama and excitement.
On the other hand it might not. Could just be pages of drivel filled with ransom demands, sobbing parents, gruff FBI hostage negotiators, botched rescue attempts and nervous angst amongst the kidnapping crew. Who wants to read that? Sounds like some Hollywood action film to me.
Nope, Figaro ran away from home (park, whatever) bound for whatever glory little (the littlest!) boys dream of. Perhaps Figaro dreamed of being a pirate on the high seas, or a dashing and suave secret agent, maybe even an airline pilot, jet setting across the world. (Atlanta to Los Angeles, every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.)
I have never written comedy before, though I have read my fair share. A friend of mine claims it sounds “very Douglas Adams” and I do quite like Terry Pratchett. I don’t know how funny my “comedic voice” is, or whether it’s even amusing. What do you think?