Mouths

Well, the expander has been fited to the roof of my mouth, sideways to wrap around two back teeth, and forward like some snaking jawsey shark to the side teeth furthest forward. The feeling is, er, odd. Eating and drinking for the first time afterwards were strange experiences. Well, it'll be in there for a good long time now.

Before fitting the expander, which was made to measure in a charming olde-worldy kind of way, ("a number 21, I think Katja", the dentist said to the remarkably pretty assistant who spoke with one of those eastern European accents that cannot help but be sexy) I had to go through three visits. I wish I could afford as much time to be spent on my suits.

This time round the surgeon was there (the expander is the mere start of the process), but my X-rays were in the other practice (for complex reasons), so I'll be speaking to him properly when I go back in eight weeks.

I'm not even that bothered about the surgery (although perhaps I should be, what with the upper gums being opened up and the like). It's nice to get the thing "properly underway". But I wonder how I will cope for a year with a mouth looking like a cross between a lavatory at Whites club (gold chains everywhere) and a construction works.

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I really must get round to working out how to sell stuff on ebay. Christmas coming up would be the perfect time to do it, wouldn't it?

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