Monday, June 11, 2007
Another Day, Another Speech Impediment
I have traded my braces for retainers, which feel equally confining, if less pointy and jabby. My reasons for halting the orthodontic treatment early make me not quite as thrilled as I would normally be to have unfettered teeth (at least teeth unfettered by bits of metal actually glued to them), but I will be happy enough to be able to enjoy ribs and corn on the cob. I am even looking forward to eating apples, which gives me at least one thing in common with Captain Barbossa.
I am to wear the retainers every day and all night, except when eating or brushing my teeth. It will be nice to be able to floss normally again. I have two rather large gaps on the top from where I had teeth extracted; these gaps have steadfastly refused to close (due, I believe to my treatment with Zometa), so I have thrown in the orthodontic towel and now will enjoy an entirely new difficulty in speaking intelligibly.
I hope I will be able to play my flute again, at least. I realize I will need a good deal of practice, but at least now pursing my lips in the appropriate manner won't actually hurt.
I will never be as good a whistler as I once was, and that wasn't very good, either.
Right now talking is the real challenge, compounded by the fact that I am suffering the ill effects of some virus or other which was enough to knock me flat on my back for a few days, miss a round of mini-golf with my mom, and actually request my Neupogen shots, which I usually weasel out of taking. The lower retainer pushes my tongue upwards, and the upper retainer takes up half of my mouth.
Proteethius Unbound: and nobody can understand a damn word I'm saying.
I am to wear the retainers every day and all night, except when eating or brushing my teeth. It will be nice to be able to floss normally again. I have two rather large gaps on the top from where I had teeth extracted; these gaps have steadfastly refused to close (due, I believe to my treatment with Zometa), so I have thrown in the orthodontic towel and now will enjoy an entirely new difficulty in speaking intelligibly.
I hope I will be able to play my flute again, at least. I realize I will need a good deal of practice, but at least now pursing my lips in the appropriate manner won't actually hurt.
I will never be as good a whistler as I once was, and that wasn't very good, either.
Right now talking is the real challenge, compounded by the fact that I am suffering the ill effects of some virus or other which was enough to knock me flat on my back for a few days, miss a round of mini-golf with my mom, and actually request my Neupogen shots, which I usually weasel out of taking. The lower retainer pushes my tongue upwards, and the upper retainer takes up half of my mouth.
Proteethius Unbound: and nobody can understand a damn word I'm saying.
Labels: braces, Neupogen, Zometa
Comments:
Your retainers should not fit like a bad pair of dentures from a Tiajuana Dentist...impairing your speach They need to remake them..and really you need a more skilled ortho. And yes, I had worn retainers for many years. Again, The retainers should not be used to move you teeth, but to stabilize them untill the cementum can fuse them to you jaw....So Mistress Zometa can't pluck them out like piano keys.
# posted by 
: 10:32 AM
: 10:32 AM
Listen, the Elkins boys will always whistle at you, whistle with you or whistle around you.
Our Dad does work in a Train Station, you know.
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