I'm a storyteller. When I got home from getting braces, my husband said, "You're going to be a better storyteller by the time you are done with these braces."
"How so?" I asked.
"You'll have to work harder at enunciation." he responded.
The first indication that he might be right was when I said an "F" sound. Bookshelf. Bookshelves.
Every time I say a word that had an "F" sound in it, I hear a small whistle. It is so soft that I think I am the only one who can hear it. (Or at least my supportive husband claims he can't hear it.)
At first I couldn't figure out what was causing it, but I finally determined that I'm not getting my lips all the way down to the bottom of my top teeth when I say an "F" sound and there is a small space that allows air through as I talk.
My lips are not sealed.
I have noticed other times that my lips gape open.
Finishing a smile. I really have to extend my lips around my braces and sometimes I just don't have the time between smiles or words to close those lips all the way. Or maybe I'm just lazy. So, on occasion, I end up with fangs.
Little short stubby fangs that only I notice...or at least I hope I'm the only one noticing.
The worst indication, however, that I still need to seal my lips comes at night when I am relaxing.
I really hope here that those of you who have had braces before know where I am going. Otherwise I'm about to embarrass myself royally.
At night, when I'm relaxed, and my lips are not sealed....well, ..... is there a polite way to put this?
OK, I drool.
As a rule, I don't drool....or at least that's my story....but with orthodontia appliances glued to my teeth, I don't always get my lips sealed.
And because my lips are not sealed, you all now know the awful, slimy, wet truth.
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