My dad has apparently been going through a lot of old paperwork at home, and has found a bunch of stuff relating to my dental experiences in his archives. He sends it to me as he finds it; it's like all these pieces of an old puzzle coming together.

What's amazing is how much I remember correctly: the sequence of events and procedures, the architecture of my orthodontist's office; the names of the dental assistants. But all these records are giving me an interesting new perspective. My parents were well aware of the treatment I was going to receive, and knew the risks and chances involved--it's all outlined in a letter of evaluation from early on. They also had to submit an insurance case to Kaiser Permanente, who was refusing to cover the payments for my emergency care (my parents took me to my dentist after my accident, instead of the medical emergency room).

What I'm getting from all of this is how hard it must have been on my mom and dad, who had to take care of me and try to keep me informed without FREAKING ME OUT. It's incredible things went as well as they DID; my mouth could have actually ended up looking a whole lot worse!

I'm also amused by the technical dental jargon used in these documents: I understand it perfectly. Heck, if I wanted to be a dentist, I could fly through the first year of school because I already know all the terminology!

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