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Day 9

And the stabbing begins!

I'm actually quite surprised by how much I don't know about the braces process given I have them in my mouth.

What seems so obvious now, is that as your teeth move, the wire connecting your braces moves too. This means there is additional wire that begins to protrude at the back of your mouth.

For one thing, this is great news, it means your braces are working and your teeth are moving, but it also means being repeatedly stabbed by the sharp wire now poking at your cheeks and gums.

Honestly, if no-one had told me about orthodontic wax I would be in such a state right now. That stuff is an absolute godsend. Thank you little bees for making it for me.

Another thing I'm having to adjust to is cotton mouth. I can't recall the last time my mouth was so consistently dry. I've gone to speak and split or cut my lip a few times already, unpleasant.

I am a veritable desert when I wake up in the morning, I may as well be sucking a cactus. And yet there's drooling as well! I really hope my subconscious can sort this out and develop a system where I am less gross.








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