The Before Photo
I was in a hurry to get back to work, so my mind was elsewhere, but my dentist had casually suggested that I may want to get braces to straighten out my teeth. Without even thinking, I said yes. Now where were my keys? Time to go. As I got home that day I peered into my mouth, sure my teeth arent bent are they? Surely not!
Fast forward 4 months and little thought had gone into the whole brace thing at all, but next thing I knew the dentist was putting a gum shield with a blue putty into my mouth! Yuck, smell! Both top and bottom twice for good measure as if two mouthfuls of the stuff hadnt been enough. She had explained the moulds would be sent to a lab and they would make a mock up of my teeth and create an ‘appliance’ to straighten them up!
About ten days later, I got a mock up of my mouth sent to me on email. Gobsmacked was the word, are my teeth that bent? Flip why didnt someone tell me? I looked at the photo and saw what the device would look like, it couldnt be that hard, could it? A few days later I was back at the dentist, I was presented with my new Inman aligner, small and dainty in my hand. I pulled back the trigger and slipped the device on my rear molars, finally I slid the band on my front teeth!
I looked at the dentist, she had probably seen that look so many times before. It was a what are you doing to me kind of look, blind panic etched on my face. What on earth have I signed myself up for. She spoke first asked me a question, it was then I learned that speaking with this thing would not be so easy. Aside from my inability to pronounce Ts and S’s, I was creating more slobber than Beethoven. The dentist issued me final instructions to which I nodded to avoid any furher travails.
Having succesfully slobbered over the receptionist in arranging my next appointment, I sunk into the seat of my car. What was this foreign thing in my mouth? Do I really need to keep it in ALL day EVERY day? Everywhere I read, it said the longer you keep it in the better the results. So being a stubborn individual I decided that no matter what I would keep it in.
Very familiar sight
I arrived at work, everyone wanted a look, I felt like a zoo animal, was it really that interesting? Aside from the ignominy of speaking, there was no pain in my mouth at all. I treated myself to my lunch out that day. So I went in, sat down and ordered, avoiding items on the menu that would produce more slobber. As I sat there reading the paper, I thought ‘ what it the ettiquette with this thing?’ Can I take it out at the table, should I go to the bathroom and do it hygenically? ’ You havent thought this through have you?’
I popped it off in the bathroom and felt an instant release of pressure. The appliance really holds your teeth in place and only when you remove it do you realise how tough it is. I enjoyed every bite of my lunch, my teeth had their freedom. Before I returned to the office I tried to pop it in in the car. My teeth were slighly sensitive and I could hear them groaning, ‘oh not this again.’ I used the car mirror to fix it in. They were sore, a pain I was not accustomed to.
5 minutes after it went in!
I kept it in all afternoon and once again when I slid it out for my tea, it was quite sore. My teeth were already tender and it was sore to remove. In the back of my mind I had worried would I be able to sleep with a bit of metal in my mouth? In truth after the first night, I was ok. I kept my glass of water beside me and sipped on it as needed. The first night was tough, sore mouth, unable to get my breathing right meant I was very grumpy. At 2am, I ripped the thing from my mouth and through it on the floor! It was killing me. Not 5 mins passed when I had cleaned it and popped it back in my mouth.