Jaws

You know how sometimes you want something so bad and it just does not look like it's going to happen? Ever? That's how I feel A LOT of the time with this nonsense about my jaw... and I'm seriously so sick of being constantly reminded of my "abnormality".

I woke up the other morning and, after thoroughly brushing those pearly whites, smiled at myself in the mirror and noticed something rather odd.. ("..about a rare bit of magic" NAME THAT MOVIE!!) Two of my teeth were touching. Now this is weird because, these two particular teeth have never before touched each other. Therefore, since I know a lot about the stupid workings of the human mouth, I can deduce that some things are moving inside my mouth.. But it's not my teeth because that's why I wear this retainer. No, no, it is still, and always will be, my jaw moving aka GROWING.

You don't understand how frustrating this gets sometimes. Hoping that it's stopping and that I'll be able to have that bone scan, get the okay, and then finally! have my surgery. But no, this whole teeth-touching nonsense is just another damper on my day because it is a sure fire sign that, the doctors are right, and that it's totally NOT done growing.

In this past year, I kinda came to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be having my surgery because, like I said, everything happens for a reason, and this time the reason was because BYU came first:) and that was all good fun and everything but.. really? Like, really?? 12 years in braces and all I have to show for it is a retainer. I'm technically not even completely out of braces. Maybe God has some things in store for me before the big day happens (London, perhaps?) but still, I'm impatient and I know it.