Long Live the Snaggle!

I had a moment of verve the other day and scheduled an orthodontist appointment. Today was the day, so at 11am (1/11/11 at 11am! har har) I ventured off to see what technological advances have been made in orthodontics in the last 13 or so years.

Apparently not much. At least not that would help me.

Because of the way my teeth were treated, the orthodontist is hesitant to even touch my teeth. And due to the lower crowding he suggested removing one of my lower teeth (um, what?) to make more room (why can't you just move them forward where they were? They were in a perfect position at one point...).

And to be fair, he did take imprints and will be trying to figure out a plan of attack that will work for me. I have an appointment next week to discuss my options (if any). I just don't understand how my dentist was so "your teeth are awesome, everything is in basically the right place, it should be an easy fix to straighten them out" and yet I walk into an orthodontist's and they're all "hmm, yeah, I don't think I want to work on your teeth. kthxbye."

Okay, okay. I'm not an orthodontist. So I really don't have a clue as to how the magic really happens. All I know is that I walked away feeling completely depressed that I may be banished to a life as a snaggletooth forever.