The only other thing that comes to mind now is how just when I think all of my stitches are gone I discover a few more. These days each time I brush my teeth a few more stitches seem to work their way out.
6-weeks post-op
While organizing old photos to scan I started thinking about the last time, before now, that I was happy with my smile, intrinsically happy. I figure I was five. Even by the time I was seven photos reveal that I had started to hide my teeth, or try to. Or it may have been more a matter of simply being unable to close my mouth with my teeth inside. Without a doubt the last time I could close my lips naturally was before or shortly after my permanent central incisors erupted. That would have been second grade. I was six.
I must be feeling better because I've been remiss in posting here lately. Here are a few more pictures to show where I am now. Last week at my 4-week post-op appointment my doctor advanced my diet such that I can now eat ground meats. As long as it does not require a lot of chewing I can eat anything, the exceptions being good bread and raw vegetables, both of which require lots of chew action.

braces + SARPE + braces + BSSO + LeFort 1 = SMILE