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Day 24

The last week has seen a return to pain, primarily in my bottom front teeth as they move forward.

However things seem to now be slowing as my incisors struggle to get past my bottom canines, which like my top canines, ever so slightly face forward on an angle.

I suspect this is because when they came in during puberty I was well and truly a midget, there was no room for them and they did what they could to reach towards the light.

Now I believe there is room, they're just on the wrong angle. However I imagine this will be one of the tougher hurdles to overcome and expect to have rubber bands strapped on the next time I see the dentist.

Then again, if the incisor on the right hand side of my face and wriggle past its pesky canine companion, there may not be a need for that. It's certainly the tooth I'm keeping the closest eye on at the moment and arguably the tooth that's so far moved the furthest.

As for my top teeth, the resulting movement of my two front teeth further to the left rather than the desired direction of back to the right is a bit.. disheartening. I recognise this is probably just part of the process, but it's visually noticeable now and the left front tooth is really starting to jut out in a way that makes me self conscious.

Again, it may be rubber bands to the rescue, but I don't see my dentist for another month and I'd rather not be giving off a Quasimodo vibe when I get to him.

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