Right after your first braces, your gums may swell due to tightened wires, and as a consequence, you might suffer from gum diseases. A dentist under the name UnicornCumParty at Reddit shares a story saying: “Had a patient come in at age 15 to get braces on and their parent never brought them to another visit after the first one. Years later, the patient shows back up randomly, now age 18, and wants the braces off.
“The parent was in the waiting room screaming and losing their crap, trying to say we could not do anything without their consent, and trying to control their now-adult child. The patient demanded the braces off, and we did it because they were the age of consent. Their teeth were ruined under the braces due to lack of care. Gums swollen over the brackets and bands; one front tooth even crumbled due to decay. We found a large fingernail back in one of the gums. It smelled awful. And while we were working, the parent continued to freak out and had to be escorted out. Wild times. I felt awful for the patient.”
A Redditor Select_Wonder5744 shares a story saying: “Getting a wisdom tooth pulled from my lower jaw that had grown in a horizontal position facing forwards. I was preparing myself for an ordeal and had even prepaid for 3 hours of parking beyond my appointment time. I entered the clinic at 8:55 am and was ushered directly to the surgery and chair. My dentist was the clinic’s ‘wisdom tooth guy,’ a big young redhead with a shock of hair, freckles, and paunch. He reminded me of someone you’d sit down and eat 5kg of BBQ ribs with. A happy, cheerful guy. He injected me within Novocaine by about 9 am and started at about 9:10 am.
He informed me that he planned to cut the tooth in half, remove the cap, and hopefully, the root system would slide forward and that I would hear some nasty crunching sounds. I was seriously mentally prepared for a tug-o-war, closed my eyes, and steeled myself. I heard the crunch as he broke the cap off, followed by a moment of silence. Then he asked me to bite down on a cotton pad. I thought, ‘OK, part 1 wasn’t so bad,’ and opened my eyes. He said something like, we’ll just leave that for a moment for the bleeding to stop, and I realized it was over. I mumbled, ‘is that it?’ to which he said yes, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh. A few minutes later, he changed the pad, wrote a prescription for painkillers, and I was let go. I paid at the front desk and walked back to my car.”