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My Corrective Jaw Surgery Experience

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I went through corrective jaw surgery to fix my overbite. It was a rollercoaster, but I managed to get through it.

The Night Before

My boyfriend, Doug, was allowed to stay the night for the first time in four years, and I considered this to be a seriously monumental moment. He slept in the spare bedroom—only because my dad insisted that I be well-rested for tomorrow’s procedure. I wasn’t sure why I needed my rest since I would be snoozing for a good eight hours on the operating table, but I agreed nonetheless.

I slept decently that night. I knew God was going to take care of me, so I didn’t worry. I’ve never been a huge believer in the higher power above, but whenever I have something scary ahead in my near future, I look to the sky, cross my fingers, and talk to the man upstairs. I kept telling myself I was going to stay strong because if I didn’t, the surgery would not be successful.

My alarm sounded at 4:45 am. We needed to be at the hospital by 7 am. We should leave the house by 5:45 am.

I heard dad in the shower, so I went into Douggie’s bed and snuggled with him for another fifteen minutes, holding onto each other and knowing that this would be the last cuddlefest for a while.