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Jonh: fitness, love and braces (story)
« on: 08. August 2024, 17:42:22 PM »
Hello

I’m Spanish; sorry if my English isn’t very good. I’ve created this story using artificial intelligence. I’m sharing a few chapters with you, hoping you like them. Suggestions for continuing the story are welcome.

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Chapter 1: Decisions
« Reply #1 on: 08. August 2024, 17:47:29 PM »
Chapter 1: Decisions

Juan Pérez, a 35-year-old man, woke up every day at 6:00 am. His alarm clock rang punctually, and although he always felt the urge to hit snooze, he knew he couldn’t afford to stay in bed. As a math teacher at a high school, his life was governed by the clock.

Each morning, Juan dressed in sportswear and headed to the gym, where he practiced CrossFit. He loved this time for himself, where he could relieve stress and stay fit. He had an athletic body, a result of years of dedication and discipline. However, despite his physical appearance, there was something that always caused him deep insecurity: his smile.

Since he was young, Juan had been aware of his misaligned and damaged teeth. The state of his mouth was concerning and obvious at first glance. He had never been to the dentist due to a difficult childhood in foster care, where dental care was an unattainable luxury. He often wondered if this affected his love life. Despite his physical attractiveness, his romantic life was virtually non-existent.

As he looked in the gym locker room mirror, Juan gave a faint smile, watching how his crooked and damaged teeth disrupted the harmony of his face. “If only I could fix this,” he often thought. His reflection returned a grimace that failed to satisfy him. He was an attractive man with brown hair and deep brown eyes, but every time he smiled, he felt that all his insecurities were exposed.

At school, Juan was feared by his students and had a reputation for being a tough and demanding teacher. His strict methods and intolerance for lack of effort had earned him the disdain of many students. However, his passion for math and his ability to make even the most complex concepts understandable had made him one of the most respected teachers, though not necessarily liked.

He often wondered if this toughness was a mask to hide his own insecurities. His shyness, accentuated by his dental insecurity, made it difficult for him to relate easily outside the academic environment. The few times he tried to socialize, he found himself struggling with the feeling that everyone was judging his smile.

The school bell rang, signaling the start of the first class. Juan, with his briefcase in hand, walked through the bustling hallways filled with students. As he entered the classroom, murmurs hushed, and all eyes were on him. “Good morning, class,” he greeted with his firm, clear voice. Math was his passion, and teaching was his calling. However, whenever a student came too close, Juan felt a pang of anxiety. He was conscious of his breath and how his teeth showed when he spoke.

That day, during the lunch break, he met with his colleague and friend, David, in the staff room. David, an outgoing and always-smiling man, was the opposite of Juan in terms of confidence. “How’s everything going, Juan?” David asked as he sat down next to him with his lunch tray.

Juan smiled weakly. “Good, the usual. And you?”

David raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Juan. You always say the same thing. You should go out more, meet people. You’re a catch; I don’t understand why you’re always alone.”

Juan shrugged. “It’s not that simple,” he murmured, avoiding details about his insecurity. Although he valued David’s friendship, talking about his deepest fears wasn’t something he found easy.

A couple of weeks later, Juan received an invitation to a high school reunion. It had been years since he graduated, and although he was curious about what had become of his former classmates, the idea of meeting them with his misaligned smile terrified him. He remembered how they used to mock his appearance in school, and a wave of anxiety washed over him. He knew attending the reunion could be an opportunity to reconnect and perhaps even find someone special, but he didn’t want to show up with his biggest insecurity on display.

Ultimately, he decided to attend. He prepared as best as he could, choosing an outfit that made him feel confident and attractive. Upon arriving at the venue, an elegant restaurant in the city center, Juan felt a knot in his stomach. He took a deep breath and went in.

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and animated conversations. Juan met several old classmates who greeted him with smiles and hugs. Although he tried to maintain his composure, every time he smiled, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of insecurity.

During dinner, Juan found himself seated next to Marta, a classmate he had always secretly liked. Laura had been one of the most popular girls in school, and although years had passed, she was still just as charming. Marta smiled warmly at him. “Juan! It’s been so long! How have you been?”

Juan tried to smile naturally. “Good, Marta. Working as a math teacher. And you?”

Marta began talking about her life, her work, and her family. As they chatted, Juan noticed that some of his old classmates were watching him and whispering among themselves. He tried to ignore them, but the discomfort became palpable when one of them, an old school bully, approached and commented loudly, “Hey, Juan, do you still have those crooked teeth? I thought with how successful you are now, you’d have fixed that.”

The muffled laughs and awkward glances from the others made Juan feel a mix of humiliation and anger. Marta looked at Juan with sympathy, but the damage was done.

That night, back in his apartment, Juan couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. The humiliation he felt at the reunion was the catalyst he needed. He was tired of letting his insecurity control his life.

Determined not to let his insecurity continue affecting him, he searched for a nearby orthodontic clinic and found one with good reviews. “It’s now or never,” he told himself as he wrote down the clinic’s number.

The next day, during a break at school, he made the call that would change his life. With a trembling but resolved voice, he scheduled an appointment for an initial consultation.

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Chapter 2: First Consultation
« Reply #2 on: 08. August 2024, 17:51:34 PM »
Chapter 2: First Consultation

The sun was just beginning to light up the city when Juan woke up. His daily routine, which usually went smoothly, felt burdened with anxiety that morning. Today was the day he would finally confront one of his greatest fears: a visit to the orthodontist. As he prepared for his usual CrossFit session, he couldn’t stop thinking about the appointment scheduled for later.

During his workout, his thoughts kept drifting to the dental clinic. What would the doctor be like? Would she be kind or stern? What kind of treatment would he need? Questions crowded his mind, and for the first time in a long while, Juan couldn’t concentrate on his exercise.

After his session, he headed home to shower and get ready for work. The day at the school felt slower than usual. The classes, which were usually his refuge and source of confidence, seemed endless. His students noticed his distraction, and although no one dared to mention it, the atmosphere in the classroom was different.

Afternoon arrived, and with it, the dreaded appointment. Juan left the school and headed to the orthodontic clinic. It was known as the best in the city, not only for its advanced technology but also for its director, Dr. María Gómez, a professional renowned for her excellence and rigor.

The building was modern and sleek, with a glass facade that reflected the sunlight. Juan approached the reception with hesitant steps. The receptionist, a young woman with a perfect smile, asked him to take a seat in the waiting room.

As he waited, Juan couldn’t help but observe the other patients. There was a mother with her young child, who looked nervous and was fiddling with his fingers. On the other side, a teenager with braces was listening to music through his earbuds. Suddenly, the teenager looked up, and their eyes met.

“Professor Pérez?” the boy said, removing one earbud.

Juan felt momentarily startled. It was one of his students, Andrés, known for being a diligent but very observant kid. “Hi, Andrés,” Juan replied, trying to sound casual. “Are you here to see Dr. Gómez too?”

Andrés nodded with a shy smile. “Yes, I’ve been coming here for a year. She’s very good, but also very strict.”

Juan tried to return the smile, but the anxiety remained. “That’s what I’ve heard. Well, I hope everything goes well with your treatment.”

“Thanks, professor. Good luck with your appointment,” Andrés said before going back to his music.

Juan felt a mix of embarrassment and relief seeing one of his students in the same place. The thought of Andrés telling others about their encounter at the clinic didn’t help calm his nerves.

“Juan Pérez,” called a firm voice from the waiting room door. Juan stood up, feeling as if his legs were weighed down by a ton. He followed Dr. Gómez down a long, well-lit hallway adorned with pictures of perfect smiles and framed diplomas.

Upon entering the consulting room, Juan sat in the dental chair. The doctor wasted no time, starting with basic questions about his dental health and daily habits. Her voice was professional, almost impersonal, and her movements precise and meticulous.

“Please open your mouth,” Dr. Gómez said as she turned on the dental light. Juan complied, feeling his heart pounding. The doctor examined his teeth carefully, using a small mirror and a dental probe.

The silence in the room was almost unbearable. Juan could hear the faint hum of the equipment and the sound of his own breathing. Dr. Gómez did not speak, but her focused expression indicated that she was analyzing every detail of Juan’s mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor stepped back and turned off the dental light. She removed her gloves and sat down across from Juan, with a more serious expression than usual.

“Juan, your case is quite complex,” began Dr. Gómez. “You have severe crowding in both arches, class 2 division 1 with a large overjet and deep bite. I also notice signs of a lip-sucking habit. These issues not only affect the aesthetics of your smile but can also cause long-term functional problems.”

Juan felt a knot in his stomach hearing the diagnosis. He knew his dental issues were serious, but hearing the medical terms and the gravity of his situation made him realize how much he had postponed this decision.

Dr. Gómez continued, “I’ll prepare a detailed treatment plan for you. I’ll schedule an appointment in a week to discuss it and start the process. I hope you understand that this will require your full commitment. It won’t be easy or quick, and you’ll need to follow my instructions to the letter.”

The coldness and severity in Dr. Gómez’s voice were palpable. There was no room for negotiation or doubt. Juan nodded, still processing all the information. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he also knew he couldn’t continue living with this insecurity that had accompanied him all his life. It was time to face his fears and take control of his destiny.

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Chapter 3: A Week of Waiting and Despair
« Reply #3 on: 08. August 2024, 17:54:16 PM »
Chapter 3: A Week of Waiting and Despair

The alarm went off early, as it did every morning, and Juan got up with a sigh. The week ahead felt endless. As he dressed in his workout clothes, his mind couldn’t stop dwelling on the appointment with Dr. Gómez. The diagnosis had been overwhelming, and the coldness with which she had presented his situation did nothing to calm his nerves.

At the CrossFit box, the atmosphere was energetic as always. Workout partners chatted and laughed while preparing for the day's session. Juan tried to focus on the exercises, but every time he lifted a weight or did a push-up, his thoughts drifted back to orthodontics and the uncertain future awaiting him.

“Come on, Juan, don’t get distracted,” his coach, Marcos, said as he watched Juan struggle with a heavy barbell. “Your mind needs to be as strong as your body.”

Juan nodded, trying to concentrate. As he completed a set of burpees, his mind wandered to the image of Dr. Gómez and her serious expression. What would it be like to live with braces? How would it affect his ability to teach, eat, and socialize?

Despite his efforts, the questions wouldn’t go away. By the end of the workout, he felt exhausted, but not just from physical exercise. The emotional weight of the waiting and uncertainty drained him as much as any CrossFit routine.

The following Monday, as Juan entered the school, he noticed a change in the atmosphere. The murmurs and curious glances from students were more noticeable than usual. As he made his way to his classroom, he heard some kids laughing quietly.

“Hey, we saw you at the dental clinic!” shouted a student from the end of the hallway. Juan stopped and recognized the kid, one of Andrés’s friends. He felt a knot in his stomach as he tried to ignore the comments and keep walking.

In his class, Andrés seemed nervous and avoided eye contact. But other students were less considerate. During the lesson, several of them made veiled jokes about dentists and braces.

“Any advice on how to keep your teeth perfect, Professor?” asked a boy with a mischievous smile, causing laughter among his classmates.

Juan tried to maintain his composure. “Focus on the lesson, not on nonsense,” he replied sternly, though his voice trembled slightly. He knew he needed to be strong, but each comment reminded him of the insecurity he had felt about his mouth and teeth all his life.

That night, as he graded exams in his apartment, he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at school. The laughter, the comments, the feeling of being exposed. He had never felt so vulnerable in front of his students. It was a constant reminder that he needed to face his fears and move forward with the treatment.

The week dragged on slowly. Each day, Juan faced the same mix of anxiety and determination. He knew he had to go to the appointment and start his treatment, but the wait was almost unbearable.

At CrossFit, his friends noticed his distraction but didn’t know the reason. “Juan, you’ve been very quiet lately. Everything okay?” asked Ana, one of his workout partners.

“Yeah, just thinking about some things,” Juan replied with a forced smile.

The school offered no respite. The comments didn’t stop, and although Andrés seemed regretful for speaking up, the damage was already done. Juan felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable.

Finally, the day of the appointment arrived. Juan headed to the clinic with a mix of fear and hope. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it. As he entered the waiting room, he took a deep breath, ready to hear the treatment plan that Dr. Gómez had prepared for him.

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Chapter 4: The Day of Revelations
« Reply #4 on: 08. August 2024, 17:57:29 PM »
Chapter 4: The Day of Revelations

The alarm rang at 6:00 a.m., and Juan got out of bed with a fatigue that was more than just physical. He had spent the night turning over the upcoming appointment with the orthodontist, and his sleep had been unrefreshing. He quickly dressed and headed to the CrossFit box, where the workout that day was particularly grueling. Each set of weightlifting and each round of functional exercises offered him a brief respite from his anxiety, though thoughts of the treatment continued to lurk in the back of his mind.

During the session, Juan focused on each repetition, each movement. However, despite his efforts, he couldn’t avoid the doubts that filled his mind. CrossFit helped him disconnect, but the fear of the next step remained.

After the CrossFit session, Juan showered and got ready for school. In the classroom, he tried to channel his worry into his work, but the atmosphere was unhelpful. The class environment was charged with a mix of fearful respect and curious comments about his situation.

At school, the impact of the news about his treatment was quickly felt. While teaching, one of the students, Luis, raised his hand and asked with a mischievous smile, “Professor, when are you going to start with the braces?”

Laughter spread through the classroom, and Juan felt his face heat up. Despite his discomfort, he tried to remain calm. “Luis, what’s happening to me is not a subject for mockery. Please show it the respect it deserves and let’s continue with the class.”

Another student, Marta, added sarcastically, “Don’t you think your mouth needs more braces than mine, Professor?”

Juan, trying not to lose his composure, addressed the class firmly. “Marta, disrespect towards others is not allowed in this classroom. If you can’t focus on the lesson, you’ll have to leave.”

The murmurs quieted, and the class continued in a tense atmosphere. Although Juan managed to control the situation, he couldn’t help feeling hurt by the comments. The day became a mix of anxiety and discomfort, and the students’ remarks constantly reminded him of the unease and insecurity he felt.

At the time of the appointment, Juan arrived at the clinic, feeling as though each step toward the building was heavier than the last. The reception was courteous and professional, but it did nothing to ease his tension. He went to the waiting room, where he found several patients. He sat in a corner, trying to stay calm while anxiety consumed him.

Around him, the clinic was filled with that characteristic silence occasionally interrupted by the sound of soft music. The wait seemed endless. Juan observed other patients and their families, trying to distract himself with fashion and health magazines, but each page seemed to revolve around the imminent change about to happen in his life.

At one point, he noticed that one of the patients was one of his students, Miguel, who was also wearing braces. Miguel recognized him and, although he tried to hide it, couldn’t avoid smiling nervously. Juan felt even more exposed and vulnerable, thinking about how this encounter would be discussed at school.

Finally, Dr. Gómez appeared at the door of the office, calling Juan with a firm but professional tone. Juan stood up and followed her into the office, his mind filled with unease.

Once seated, Dr. Gómez began to explain the treatment plan in detail. “To address the dental issues you’ve presented, we need to gain space in both the upper jaw and the lower jaw. First, we will place a MARPE, which is an expander fixed to the palate with micro-screws. This device will help expand the upper jaw and will be paired with a bite plate to lift your bite and correct the deep bite.”

Juan nodded, though his mind struggled to process all the information. The doctor continued, showing detailed diagrams of the MARPE and the bite plate.

“Expanding the upper jaw is crucial for correcting the severe crowding. The MARPE will be fixed to your palate and may cause some discomfort at first, especially when eating or speaking. The bite plate, on the other hand, will be used to lift your bite and prevent the deep bite, which may require a significant adjustment period.”

Dr. Gómez paused to ensure Juan understood before continuing. “For the lower jaw, we will use an additional expander along with a lip bumper. This device will be placed on the inside of your lower lips and will help create space in the lower jaw. It may be uncomfortable and affect your speech at first, but it’s necessary to correct the crowding.”

The orthodontist explained each device in detail, emphasizing the importance of following the treatment precisely. “This treatment will last a minimum of three months. During this period, we will assess how your mouth is responding before placing the brackets. We may need to add more devices or make additional adjustments throughout the process. You will likely also need to use elastics at some point to adjust the bite.”

Then, Dr. Gómez addressed the total duration of the treatment. “We estimate that the entire treatment will last about three years, but it’s hard to predict exactly due to your age and how your mouth responds to the devices.”

Finally, it was time to discuss the costs. “The total cost of the treatment is significant, but we offer payment plans to facilitate the process. Orthodontics in adults is complex and requires a lot of time and detailed attention.”

Juan swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the financial commitment adding to his worries. However, he nodded, understanding the importance of the treatment.

“Now, we will place separators between your teeth to prepare space for the bands of the devices. You will need to return in ten days to start with the first devices,” concluded Dr. Gómez.

Leaving the office, Juan felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. The complexity of the treatment plan, the cost, and the possibility of additional adjustments filled his mind with doubts. He imagined dealing with the devices, the discomfort, and the changes in his daily life.

As he walked toward the parking lot, he couldn’t stop thinking about how this would affect his everyday life: speaking with students, eating in public, and even his CrossFit routine. The fear of change and potential discomfort took hold of him. However, there was also a spark of determination. He knew he had waited too long to address these issues and that the treatment was an opportunity to finally confront his insecurities.

Juan got into his car with a mix of anxiety and hope. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to proceed. The treatment promised to be a considerable challenge, but he was willing to face it with the hope that, in the end, he would find the freedom of a healthy and confident smile.

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Chapter 5: Countdown
« Reply #5 on: 08. August 2024, 18:02:03 PM »
Chapter 5: Countdown

In the ten days leading up to his next appointment, Juan plunged into a whirlwind of information. He spent hours browsing the internet, searching for details about the MARPE, the bite plate, and the lip bumper. He found blogs, YouTube videos, and forums where people shared their experiences.

Each testimony offered a mix of hope and fear. However, what troubled him the most was that most of the accounts came from teenagers. He couldn't find anyone his age going through the same experience. Seeing young people dealing with the appliances he would soon have made him feel even more out of place and vulnerable. The thought of facing these challenges as an adult filled him with insecurity and doubt.

Nights were filled with images of himself with braces in his mouth, trying to teach without letting his students notice his vulnerability. Despite it all, he also found accounts of people who, after overcoming the initial weeks, began to adapt and see improvements. That small glimmer of hope was what kept Juan going.

Nights were filled with images of himself with braces in his mouth, trying to teach without letting his students notice his vulnerability. He found no relief in the stories he read, only more reasons to worry. The idea of facing these challenges in his daily life seemed increasingly overwhelming.

Tension at the school grew day by day. The mocking comments from students became more frequent and hurtful. Each time he entered the classroom, he felt the curious stares and suppressed giggles. One day, Luis stood up and, with a mischievous grin, said, "Professor, will you be able to speak properly with all that metal in your mouth?"

Juan felt a mix of anger and embarrassment rising within him. He tried to maintain his composure. "Luis, if you have nothing constructive to say, it's better if you stay silent. This is a place of learning, not mockery."

Another student, Marta, seized the opportunity to add, "Are you sure you won’t choke with all that metal?"

Juan, unable to contain himself, raised his voice. "Marta, out of the class right now. I will not tolerate disrespect."

The class fell silent, but the damage was done. The comments had left a mark, and Juan knew that the situation would only worsen once the treatment began.

The days passed, and Juan’s anxiety grew. Every night, before falling asleep, he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, trying to imagine how he would look with the appliances. The image of his face with the MARPE, the bite plate, and the lip bumper was unsettling.

He tried to mentally prepare for what was to come. At the CrossFit box, his performance suffered. Exercises that once felt liberating now seemed like an added burden. His training partners noticed his distraction, but he didn’t share his worries. It was his personal struggle, a challenge he had to face alone.

Lack of sleep and constant worry were starting to take their toll. However, amid all this, Juan tried to remember why he had decided to go through with the treatment. He wanted to feel better about himself, overcome his insecurity, and ultimately improve his life.

Finally, the day arrived. Juan headed to the clinic with a mix of fear and resignation. The drive seemed endless, and each mile increased his nervousness. Upon arrival, he went to the waiting room, where the atmosphere felt heavier than ever. He had chosen a Friday for the appointment, hoping to have the weekend to adjust before returning to work.

As he walked in, his eyes met those of Andrés, his student. Andrés was wearing his own orthodontics and, upon seeing Juan, couldn’t help but show a knowing smile. “Professor, are you ready for the braces?” he asked with a teasing tone, though less malicious than that of other students.

Juan forced a smile and responded with a firm but friendly tone. “Andrés, I’m here to improve. We all need changes at some point.”

The response left Andrés thoughtful, and Juan sat in a corner of the room, trying to calm his mind. The magazines and soft background music couldn’t distract him. He could only think about the moment approaching and how his life would change once the appliances were in place.

As the minutes ticked by, his anxiety grew. Juan felt as if he were standing at the edge of a precipice, ready to leap into the unknown. He knew there was no turning back and that, despite the fear, he had to face this challenge with courage.

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Chapter 6: Today’s the Day
« Reply #6 on: 08. August 2024, 18:05:42 PM »
Chapter 6: Today’s the Day

Juan felt like a lamb heading to the slaughter as he made his way to the treatment room. The anxiety was palpable, and each step toward the clinic seemed to carry more weight on his shoulders. Dr. García was waiting for him with her usual air of professionalism and seriousness.

"Good morning, Juan. Today we'll start your treatment," the doctor said without preamble. Her tone was firm but professional, leaving no room for doubt. "We'll work on expanding your upper jaw and placing the lower appliance. It will be a long process and somewhat uncomfortable, but it's necessary to correct your dental issues."

Juan nodded, trying to maintain his composure. He lay back in the chair, closing his eyes as the doctor prepared.

The doctor's assistant began with a thorough cleaning of his mouth. Juan felt the cold water and the scraping of dental instruments, but he knew this was just the beginning.

"First, we'll remove the separators we placed ten days ago," explained the doctor. "They’ve created space for the bands that will hold the expander and the bite plate."

With precise movements, the doctor removed the separators. Juan felt a mix of relief and nervousness as he watched the small rubber bands being extracted from between his teeth.

Dr. García took out the upper expander and bite plate and showed them to Juan. They were large and complicated devices, full of metal and acrylic parts. Juan felt a knot in his stomach as he saw them.

"This is the expander for your upper jaw," the doctor explained, pointing to the different parts. "This central screw is where you’ll insert the key to turn it twice a day, always before bed. This acrylic piece is the bite plate. It will hit your incisors to correct the deep bite, so your molars won’t make contact for quite some time."

Juan nodded, feeling a shiver down his spine. The thought of having this appliance in his mouth terrified him, but he knew it was necessary.

The doctor continued, "We'll numb the palate for the placement of the micro-screws. This might be a bit uncomfortable."

Juan swallowed and closed his eyes as he felt the needle penetrate his palate. The sensation was unpleasant but not painful. Gradually, the area began to numb.

The doctor placed a mouth opener to facilitate access and began to cement the expander in place. "I’m going to fix the appliance now," she said as she applied the dental cement. "This will keep the expander in place."

With quick and precise movements, the doctor inserted the four micro-screws into the upper jaw. Juan felt an acute pressure, but the anesthesia prevented the pain. However, the sound of the drill and the pressure on his palate were unsettling.

"Now we’ll move on to the lower appliance," the doctor continued. "This is the lower expander, accompanied by a lip bumper. This screw here is where you’ll turn it each night. The acrylic of the lip bumper will be between your lip and teeth to correct the lip-sucking habit and help create space for your teeth."

The doctor adjusted the lower expander, trying it in Juan’s mouth before proceeding with cementing it. The sensation of the cold metal in his mouth and the tension of the appliances began to build up.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless process, the doctor finished adjusting and cementing the appliances. With an efficient gesture, she began to remove the mouth opener.

"All set, Juan. We’ll take out the mouth opener, and I’ll give you some final instructions," said the doctor as she made the last adjustments. Juan felt a mix of relief and anxiety as he thought about closing his mouth and experiencing the full sensation of the appliances for the first time.

The doctor paused before proceeding, making sure everything was in place and ready for the next step.

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Chapter 7: The First Sensation
« Reply #7 on: 08. August 2024, 18:08:52 PM »
Chapter 7: The First Sensation

When Dr. García removed the mouth opener, Juan slowly closed his mouth, expecting a sense of relief that never came. Instead, he was overwhelmed by discomfort. His mouth felt full of saliva, every corner invaded by the metal and acrylic of the appliances. He tried to move his tongue but found no space for it. The palate was occupied by the expander, and the bite plate prevented his molars from touching.

The pressure on his lower lip was intense, as if an invisible hand were pushing it outward. Trying to close his lips over the lip bumper required considerable effort, and even then, saliva escaped uncontrollably. Every attempt to swallow was a struggle, and Juan began to feel his anxiety increase with each passing second.

His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. How am I going to eat? How am I going to speak? How am I going to teach with this in my mouth? Desperation began to grow within him, fueled by each uncomfortable sensation and the increasing difficulty of managing something as simple as his own saliva.

The assistant handed Juan a mirror, and he forced himself to look. At first, he avoided his reflection, fearful of what he would see. But eventually, he raised his gaze, and the image he saw was a blow to his self-esteem. His lower lip protruded grotesquely due to the lip bumper, and his upper teeth, although visible, were framed by the translucent acrylic of the bite plate that sat just beneath his upper incisors. He tried to close his lips, but the image remained disconcerting and troubling.

"Alright, Juan," Dr. García said, interrupting his thoughts. "I’ll show you how to activate the expanders. This screw on the upper expander needs two turns each night, and the lower expander needs one turn."

The doctor handed him a small key and showed him how to insert it into the screw on the upper expander. "Turn it twice before bed," she explained. "This will gradually expand your upper jaw."

Juan watched the demonstration, his fingers trembling as he took the key. The tension in his stomach grew as he thought about performing this ritual every night. The doctor then showed him the screw on the lower expander. "This one only needs one turn each night."

He tried to perform the turns carefully, feeling a sharp pain and a slight crunch in his mouth with each twist. The discomfort was palpable, and the resistance of the screw made him squint. "Isn’t there another way?" he asked, almost crying.

The doctor shook her head. "This is the only way to correct your bite and create the necessary space. I know it’s painful, but it’s crucial for your treatment."

With a resigned sigh, Juan accepted the reality. The thought of facing this pain every night filled him with anguish, but he had no other choice.

The assistant removed the mirror, and Juan, feeling overwhelmed, tried to say something to vent his frustration. "I... I can’t..." The words came out clumsily, incomprehensibly, as if he had stones in his mouth. The sound was a distorted murmur that bore no resemblance to his normal voice.

The assistant tried to reassure him, "Calm down, Juan. It’s normal at first. You’ll get used to it."

But frustration and fear took hold of him. "No... I can’t... I can’t talk!" he said, his voice breaking with desperation. Tears began to form in his eyes as he tried again, only to end up with the same incomprehensible result.

Dr. García approached, her gaze firm but understanding. "Juan, I know it’s hard. These first few days will be the worst, but it’s crucial that you persevere. Your mouth will adapt over time."

Juan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The mixture of saliva and metal in his mouth seemed to worsen with each attempt. He felt as if his life had changed in an instant, and the magnitude of that transformation overwhelmed him.

"Before you leave, I want to give you some important recommendations," said Dr. García. "First, you need to brush your teeth after every meal. Use a soft-bristled toothbrush and make sure to clean around the appliances well."

The assistant handed him an orthodontic kit with a special brush, dental floss, and orthodontic wax. "The wax is for areas where the appliances might irritate your gums or cheeks," she explained. "Apply a bit on the parts that bother you."

"As for food," continued the doctor, "at first, I recommend soft foods. It will be easier for you to chew, and you’ll avoid damaging the appliances, especially since your molars won’t be in contact for a while. Also, singing and reading out loud can help you adapt to speaking with the appliances, though I know it might seem silly or embarrassing."

Juan nodded, trying to absorb all the information. Each instruction added another layer of responsibility and care to his already complicated daily routine.

"I want you to know that it’s normal for your incisors to separate a bit at first," the doctor added. "That’s a good sign that the expanders are working correctly."

Finally, the doctor instructed, "You should schedule an appointment in two weeks to check the progress of the treatment. If you experience any problems or extreme pain, don’t hesitate to call us."

Juan nodded again, feeling overwhelmed but aware of the importance of following all the instructions to the letter. He knew he faced a long road ahead, full of challenges and uncomfortable moments.

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Re: Jonh: fitness, love and braces (story)
« Reply #8 on: 08. August 2024, 18:55:28 PM »
Hello i am spanish too! But i got braces too. Fascinated story! Pv?

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Chapter 8: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
« Reply #9 on: 08. August 2024, 23:00:54 PM »
Chapter 8: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Juan left the office with his head down, trying to avoid any curious glances. He felt his mouth overflowing with saliva, and each attempt to manage it was clumsy and frustrating. He approached the reception desk, where the receptionist greeted him with a friendly smile.

"I need... an... appointment... in... two... weeks," he stammered, each word struggling to emerge from his metal-filled mouth.

The receptionist frowned, trying hard to understand him. "Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Could you repeat it?"

Juan felt the heat rising from his neck to his face. "Appointment... two... weeks," he repeated more slowly, but his pronunciation remained a monumental challenge.

The receptionist tried again, but without success. Dr. García, who was passing by, noticed the situation and approached to help. "Juan needs an appointment in two weeks, please," she said firmly.

The receptionist nodded quickly and entered the appointment into the system. "All set, Juan. It will be a Friday, like today," she said, handing him a card with the date and time.

Juan nodded, grateful but embarrassed. "Thank you," he murmured, his words barely intelligible.

As he left the clinic, just as he was about to cross the door, Juan saw one of his former students, Pablo, who no longer had braces but was coming in for his annual check-up. Juan tried to avoid being recognized by lowering his head even further and trying to hide his mouth.

"Hi, professor," Pablo greeted, stopping for a moment. Juan tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat. "A... goodbye," he managed to say, his lower lip betraying the presence of the lip bumper and his difficulty speaking.

Pablo looked at him with curiosity but didn’t make any further comments. Juan hurried out, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. It was 7:30 PM, and he walked home, lost in his thoughts. Every step was a reminder of his new reality, and every effort to control his mouth seemed futile.

Upon arriving home, Juan went straight to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. The image left him breathless: his mouth full of metal, his upper incisors barely visible behind the translucent acrylic of the bite plate, and his lower lip distorted by the lip bumper. Desperation and sadness took over him.

How am I going to face life with this? he thought. He wondered if he should go to CrossFit class the next day. Saturdays were for partner training, and he had been training with his friend Fernando for nearly two years. But now, he couldn’t see himself facing that situation.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. Insecurity and fear were overwhelming. He didn’t want to face the stares and comments from people. But at the same time, he knew that avoiding his routine would only make things worse.

When dinner time arrived, Juan faced another monumental challenge. He prepared a soup, knowing that soft foods would be easier to manage. But even the soup turned into a difficult task. Every sip was accompanied by a constant effort to swallow without letting the saliva overflow.

After dinner, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth for the first time with the new appliances. Every brush movement was uncomfortable and painful. The doctor’s instructions echoed in his mind as he tried to be as meticulous as possible. He applied orthodontic wax to the areas that irritated him the most, but the sensation remained unpleasant.

Again, he looked at himself in the mirror. Desperation returned as he saw how much his face had changed in such a short time. He looked strange, as if he weren’t himself. He took a book and sat on the bed, trying to follow the doctor's recommendations.

"The... first... days... will... be... the... worst," he murmured, the words coming out clumsy and distorted. He tried to read aloud, but each attempt was a reminder of his difficulty speaking. Frustration built up, and tears threatened to spill.

Finally, he closed the book and let himself fall onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The doctor’s words and recommendations kept echoing in his mind, but everything seemed overwhelming. He closed his eyes, trying to find a glimmer of hope amid the storm of his thoughts.

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Chapter 9: Facing the First Day[
« Reply #10 on: 08. August 2024, 23:04:12 PM »
Chapter 9: Facing the First Day

The first night was a torment for Juan. He couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep in. Every time he closed his mouth, he felt the metal and acrylic filling every possible space. Saliva continued to accumulate, and more than once he had to get up to spit it out in the bathroom. His mind, full of worry and anxiety, wouldn’t let him rest.

How am I going to deal with all this? he thought over and over.

At 7:30 in the morning, the sound of his alarm pulled him from a light and fragmented sleep. He got up with a heavy feeling throughout his body, beyond just physical discomfort.

Juan went to the kitchen, determined to stick to his morning routine despite everything. He made his black coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with protein and creatine, just as he did every morning before his CrossFit session. However, eating turned out to be a monumental challenge.

He took the first spoonful of oatmeal, trying to swallow it carefully. The texture felt strange in his appliance-filled mouth. He tried to chew, but the lack of contact between his molars and the discomfort of the bite plate made it nearly impossible. He struggled to swallow, but saliva accumulated faster than he could manage it.

After several failed attempts, he put down the spoon and looked at himself in the kitchen mirror. The image staring back at him made him tremble. His lower lip protruded, and the appliances were visible every time he tried to move his mouth. Desperation and embarrassment overtook him.

How am I going to face people today?

Despite his fears, he decided not to cancel his CrossFit session. He arrived at the box a few minutes late, trying to avoid his teammates in the locker room. He changed quickly, wishing no one would see him. The familiarity of the place, which had always been a refuge for him, now seemed intimidating.

When he walked out to the training area, Fernando was already there, waiting. "Hey, Juan! Everything okay? You're late, that’s not like you," he greeted with his usual enthusiasm.

Juan forced a smile, knowing he couldn’t hide his appliances. "Sorry... I... was... delayed," he said, trying to speak with as little difficulty as possible.

Fernando frowned slightly. "What do you have in your mouth?"

Juan sighed, unable to avoid the conversation. "Orthod... orthodontics... new," he replied, the words coming out distorted by the metal in his mouth.

Fernando looked at Juan with a mix of surprise and concern. "Wow, that sounds complicated. Are you okay to train?"

"Yes... I'll try," Juan replied, though he wasn’t entirely sure.

The class began, and Juan quickly realized that breathing was more difficult than usual. The appliances in his mouth made it hard to take in air, and he felt he was getting fatigued faster. Every time he tried to speak or give instructions to Fernando, the words came out clumsy and distorted, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

As the class progressed, other members of the group started to notice something different about Juan. His silence and the strange gestures he made while trying to close his mouth did not go unnoticed. The metal and acrylic gleamed every time he opened his mouth to breathe or speak.

"Juan, what’s going on with you?" asked one of the teammates, with a tone of curiosity.

"Ortho... doncia," Juan explained, feeling the embarrassment burning inside him.

Reactions were mixed. Some showed indifference, others understanding, but there were also those who mocked his new appearance. One of the younger members of the group, Carlos, couldn’t resist making a sarcastic comment.

"Wow, Juan, you look like a robot with all that stuff in your mouth," he said, causing some laughter.

Fernando quickly intervened. "Come on, Carlos, leave him alone. It’s not easy for him."

Juan appreciated his friend’s gesture but couldn’t avoid feeling humiliated. Each exercise was a battle not only against physical fatigue but also against humiliation and fear. How am I going to keep this up? he wondered, as sweat dripped down his forehead and his mouth felt fuller and more painful with each passing minute.

After the class, it was traditional for the group to head to a nearby bar for a beer and to relax after the effort. Juan headed to the locker room, still lost in his thoughts and struggling to manage the saliva in his mouth. Fernando accompanied him, noticing his friend’s evident discomfort.

"Are you coming to the beer?" Fernando asked, trying to cheer him up.

Juan hesitated, feeling a mix of fear and resignation. "Yes... but... not... for long," he replied, aware that talking and eating in public was going to be an even bigger challenge.

After showering, they headed to the bar. Juan tried to stay silent, fearing that each word that came out of his mouth would attract more unwanted attention. Sitting at an outdoor table, they began to relax a bit. Laura, a classmate, joined them.

"Hi guys, how was the workout?" Laura asked with a smile.

"Good, tough as always," Fernando replied, while Juan tried not to draw attention.

Laura looked at Juan and noticed his discomfort. "Are you okay, Juan? You look a bit different," she commented.

"Yes... ortho... orthodontics," Juan replied, embarrassed.

Laura nodded understandingly. "It must be tough at first, but you’ll get used to it."

Carlos, who had also joined the group, couldn’t resist another comment. "I just hope you don’t start sounding like a robot all the time," he said, laughing.

Juan felt a knot in his stomach, but Fernando intervened again. "Come on, Carlos, that’s enough."

Despite Fernando and Laura’s support, Juan felt increasingly uncomfortable. The beer helped a bit, but the constant presence of the appliances and the difficulties in speaking reminded him of his new reality.

At the end of the gathering, Fernando turned to Juan. "Do you want to come to dinner with us? María is making something and would love to see you."

Juan hesitated, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. "No... thank... you. I need... to go... home."

Fernando looked at him with concern. "Are you sure? We can help you."

"No... really... thank you," Juan replied, feeling on the verge of breaking down.

Fernando nodded, respecting his decision. "Okay, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me."

As Juan walked away from the group, he encountered Laura, who had stayed behind for a moment.

"Juan, are you okay?" she asked, noticing the anguish on his face.

Juan tried to speak, but the words came out clumsy and full of saliva. "I... find... it very... hard," he managed to say.

Laura looked at him with compassion. "What exactly did they put in? If you don’t mind sharing..."

Juan sighed, overwhelmed, but decided to show her. He opened his mouth and pointed to the different appliances. "This... expander... with... screws... and... this... is... bite plate. Down... expander... and... lip bumper," he explained, his words coming out with difficulty.

Laura nodded, trying to understand. "It must be very hard for you. But I’m sure you’ll get used to it. If you need to talk or anything, I’m here."

Juan felt a bit relieved seeing the understanding in Laura’s eyes. "Thank you," he said, feeling that at least someone understood him.

"By the way, I’m a dentist and I’m studying orthodontics. If you want, I can help you understand what you’re wearing and how to take care of it. We could meet tonight to talk more calmly," Laura offered.

Juan, surprised, replied timidly: "Y... you know I can... hardly... eat."

"Don’t worry," Laura said with a smile. "We’ll just talk and have something. The important thing is that you don’t feel alone in this."

Feeling a bit more encouraged by Laura’s kindness, Juan accepted her offer. "Okay... thank you."

Juan walked towards his home, feeling the weight of his new reality. Each step brought him closer to the solitude of his house, where he could finally let out all the emotions he had been holding back.

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Chapter 10: An Unexpected Dinner
« Reply #11 on: 08. August 2024, 23:07:20 PM »
Chapter 10: An Unexpected Dinner

Juan parked the car with enough time to mentally prepare before entering the bar. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, hoping his reflection would offer some comfort, but the reality was different. The discomfort of seeing his lower lip stretched by the lip bumper was unsettling. Every time he closed his lips, a small amount of saliva escaped, increasing his anxiety.

He took a deep breath and told himself to relax. He got out of the car with the intention of facing the night's challenge. As he walked towards the bar, his thoughts revolved around what meeting Laura would be like.

Upon arriving at the bar, Juan saw Laura waiting for him at the door. Her presence was reassuring, but it also made him nervous. He tried to smile when he saw her, but his lower lip got caught in the lip bumper. This made him blush with frustration, and Laura immediately noticed Juan's difficulty.

She couldn’t help but smile wryly at Juan’s desperate effort to fix the problem. "Hi, Juan," she said gently, trying to ease the tension. "Don’t worry, we all go through awkward moments."

Juan tried to articulate the words. "Hi, Laura. I... sorry. It’s... complicated."

Laura approached and placed a hand on his arm in a comforting gesture. "Don’t worry, really. Let’s go inside."

They headed to a secluded table, which gave Juan some comfort by reducing the number of curious gazes. Laura began to talk to him while they reviewed the menu.

"So, why did you decide to start with orthodontics now?" Laura asked as she flipped through the menu.

Juan took a deep breath before responding. "It’s a long story. I had a tough childhood in foster care. I was never taken to the dentist, and when I finally was, the diagnosis was... complicated. The deep bite is something that has affected my life since then. I’ve always tried to avoid it, but now, at this stage in my life, I decided it was time to face it once and for all."

Laura listened attentively, her face reflecting understanding and empathy. "It must have been hard to face all that. Sometimes, confronting our fears and challenges is a way to find our strength."

"Yes," Juan nodded. "I’m not just worried about how I look, but also about how I’ll face my students. Some of them have already mocked me before. I don’t want to give them more reasons to do so. And in the clinic, I’ve had some awkward encounters with students who have seen me there."

Laura looked at him with understanding. "That must be very tough. The truth is, people can be cruel. But remember, you’re doing something positive for your health. And over time, people will get used to your new appearance."

The food arrived at the table, and Juan looked at his plate with a mixed feeling of anticipation and fear. The mashed potatoes and chicken looked fairly manageable, but he had doubts about how to handle them with his new appliances. Laura also received her Caesar salad and lemonade, and as Juan attempted to eat, he realized that his difficulty swallowing saliva meant his lip was constantly open. This was uncomfortable and was starting to chafe his lips.

Noticing Juan's discomfort, Laura offered some advice. "It’s normal to have trouble with saliva at first. Try taking small sips and don’t worry if you can’t eat much at first. You can also try using a bit of Vaseline on your lips to prevent chapping."

Juan appreciated the advice and tried to follow it while continuing to eat. The difficulty in chewing and swallowing saliva became increasingly evident, and he felt frustrated not being able to fully enjoy the meal.

After a while, Laura asked, "How’s it going with the CrossFit training? Sometimes, new appliances can complicate things a bit, right?"

"Yes," Juan replied, "it’s quite complicated. Breathing is difficult, and I can’t speak clearly. I’m really worried about how I’ll face my students on Monday."

Laura looked at him with empathy. "Remember, anything new requires adjustment, and in this case, your mouth is undergoing a big change. The bite plate is designed to open your bite, which can improve your facial profile by better aligning your teeth and jaw. This will not only help your bite but can also make your face look more balanced and aesthetically pleasing."

"That sounds... good, I guess," Juan said, feeling a bit embarrassed by the comment. "It’s good to know there’s a reason behind all this."

Laura smiled. "Yes, and it’s important to remember that the process may be uncomfortable, but the final result is usually worth it. And your lower incisors are in contact with the bite plate, which indicates that the treatment is working correctly."

After the meal, Juan felt relieved but also anxious about the next step: activating the expanders. "I still have to activate the expanders at home," he said, feeling a mix of anxiety and exhaustion. "I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it properly, especially since it was already painful at the clinic."

Laura offered to accompany him home, which provided some comfort. "It’s no trouble, Juan. I’m here to help."

Upon arriving at his apartment, Juan and Laura went inside together. Juan headed to the bathroom to prepare for the activation. Looking at himself in the mirror was a difficult task, but he mentally prepared himself for what he had to do.

Laura watched him patiently. "First, make sure to clean the area well. Use interdental brushes to clean between the expander and the palate, and behind the bite plate. This will help keep everything clean and prevent problems."

Juan followed Laura’s instructions, feeling a mix of embarrassment and connection with her. Every movement was a reminder of how challenging his situation was.

When Juan finished cleaning his mouth, Laura explained how to activate the expander. "Now, you’ll need to turn the key in the upper expander two turns and in the lower expander one turn. I know this can be painful, but it’s important to do it correctly."

Juan took the key with trembling hands and began to turn the upper expander. The pain increased quickly, and a tear escaped involuntarily. Laura gave him a pat on the back and spoke in a soothing tone. "You’re doing great, Juan. It’s normal to feel pain, but each turn is a step closer to a healthier smile."

"Thank you," Juan said with a trembling whisper. "This is harder than I thought."

Laura smiled and offered comforting words. "I know, and it’s normal to feel this way at first. But each day you do it will be one day closer to the result you’re hoping for. You’re doing a great job."

After Laura left, Juan felt exhausted. He sat on the couch, feeling a mix of pain and relief. It had been a long and challenging day, but Laura’s support had given him a glimmer of hope. The connection he felt with her, despite the embarrassment and difficulty, gave him a new perspective.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was already late. The day had been full of challenges, but it had also shown him that he wasn’t alone in this struggle. The worry about Monday and the difficulties with the appliances were still present. He closed his eyes and let the fatigue envelop him, preparing to face another day full of challenges.

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Chapter 11: A Sunday of Reflection
« Reply #12 on: 10. August 2024, 16:41:07 PM »
Chapter 11: A Sunday of Reflection

Sunday dawned under a gray sky, and Juan woke up at 8:00 AM, feeling a heaviness that seemed to go beyond physical fatigue. The discomfort of the appliances and the persistent pressure in his mouth were the first reminders of the day. He got up slowly, aware that the day was going to be long and challenging.

As he headed to the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that his lower lip was visibly chapped. The dryness and pain in his lips were more intense than he had anticipated. He decided to use Vaseline to hydrate them, applying a generous layer that temporarily relieved the burning sensation. Despite this, the feeling of his cut lips persisted, and he wondered if he would ever get used to the new reality of his mouth full of metal and acrylic.

With his lips feeling relieved, Juan prepared breakfast. He opted for an oatmeal smoothie with protein and creatine, and black coffee. As he prepared the meal, he tried to maintain a positive attitude, but soon realized that the amount of saliva accumulating in his mouth remained a problem. The smoothie was more difficult to manage than he had anticipated; the oatmeal slid around and the liquid seeped between the appliances, complicating the situation further.

While eating, Juan found himself taking frequent pauses to clean the saliva escaping from his mouth, ruining his attempts to enjoy breakfast. The discomfort increased, and the difficulty swallowing made him feel even more frustrated. After breakfast, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth; the process was exhaustive and meticulous. He used his toothbrush carefully to clean between the appliances, feeling that the time spent maintaining hygiene was endless.

After finishing his oral hygiene routine, Juan decided to use the remaining time to prepare and grade exams. He had been putting off this task and now needed to face it. He sat at his desk, surrounded by papers and pending tasks, and began to review his students' work. However, his mind was elsewhere. Whenever he tried to concentrate, the worry about the next day distracted him.

As time passed, the anxiety increased. The thought of facing his students with appliances in his mouth and the difficulty of speaking was overwhelming. He tried to practice how he would explain the lessons, but realized that his tongue tired quickly and the amount of saliva he had to swallow became increasingly uncomfortable. The strange gesture he made while trying to swallow was a constant reminder of his new reality.

At 6:00 PM, he received a message from Laura asking if he wanted to go out for a drink. Although Juan was hesitant, he decided that a change of scenery would help him distract himself and relieve accumulated stress. At 7:00 PM, he met Laura at a nearby café. The conversation started on a light note, but soon delved into deeper topics.

Laura noticed Juan's discomfort and reminded him to continue hydrating his lips. "Don’t forget to keep using Vaseline to keep your lips hydrated. It’s important to prevent them from chapping further."

Juan opened up to Laura about his fears and concerns. He told her about his difficult childhood in foster care and how he had never been taken to the dentist. The recent diagnosis from his dentist and the need for orthodontic appliances had been a hard blow for him. "I always knew my teeth needed attention, but I never imagined it would be so complicated. My childhood wasn’t easy, and now facing all this is just another test."

Laura explained how the bite plate's bite opening could improve his facial profile. "The fact that the bite plate is working on your bite opening will help improve your facial profile. It will increase your third facial third, which could make you look more attractive."

The comment made Juan blush and gave him a shy smile, but it also reminded him of the discomfort of his situation. His lip got caught in the lip bumper, and he tried to correct it quickly while feeling even more embarrassed.

Dinner arrived at the table, and Juan began to eat, following Laura's advice. The meal was a bit easier to manage, although there were still difficulties. The need to use the lower incisors with the bite plate for chewing was a new challenge that Juan was learning to face. Laura's comment about how the treatment would improve his facial profile kept running through his mind, and Laura's kindness provided unexpected support.

Juan decided to go for a soft meal, avoiding the rice that had been a disaster the day before. He chose mashed potatoes with small pieces of chicken, following Laura's suggestion. She explained that eating in small pieces and using the lower incisors with the bite plate would help him get used to chewing with the appliances.

"The chicken will help you practice chewing," Laura said while observing Juan trying to manage the food in his mouth. "But remember to take it in small pieces and use the contact of your lower incisors with the bite plate."

Juan nodded, grateful for the advice. Although chewing was still difficult, the small pieces of chicken were more manageable than other foods. However, each bite required a conscious effort and pauses to swallow the saliva that constantly accumulated.

After dinner, Laura and Juan continued talking. Juan confessed his fears about the next day, especially about how his students would react to seeing him with the appliances. "They can be cruel," he said, recalling some confrontations with students and the embarrassment he felt when meeting them at the clinic. "I’ve had some issues with them in the past, and now this only heightens my insecurities."

Laura tried to reassure him. "Remember, anything new requires adaptation, and in this case, your mouth is undergoing a big change. Over time, you’ll get used to it."

Juan also mentioned his fears about how his students might react to seeing his appliances. "They can be cruel," he said, recalling some confrontations with students and the embarrassment he felt when meeting them at the clinic. "I’ve had some issues with them in the past, and now this only heightens my insecurities."

Laura explained how the bite plate’s bite opening could improve his facial profile. "The fact that the bite plate is working on your bite opening will help improve your facial profile. It will increase your third facial third, which could make you look more attractive."

The comment made Juan blush and gave him a shy smile, but it also reminded him of the discomfort of his situation. His lip got caught in the lip bumper, and he tried to correct it quickly while feeling even more embarrassed.

As the night progressed, Juan realized there was still a difficult part of the day left: activating the expanders. He confessed to Laura that it was the first time he would have to do it alone and that it had been very painful at the clinic. Laura offered to accompany him and guide him through the process. Although Juan was reluctant, he eventually agreed.

They returned to Juan’s home, and Laura helped him prepare for the activation. First, he meticulously brushed his teeth, following Laura’s advice on how to use interdental brushes to clean the area between the expander and the palate, and behind the bite plate. The embarrassment of seeing himself in the mirror with all the appliances mixed with a special sense of connection with Laura, who was being very supportive.

Laura guided him through the activation process, making sure Juan did it correctly. "Remember, you need to turn the screw carefully. It will be painful, but it’s important for your treatment."

Juan felt intense pain as he turned the screw of the upper expander. The second turn was even more painful, and a tear escaped involuntarily. Laura offered comfort, placing a hand on his shoulder and telling him he was doing a great job.

After completing the activation, Laura noticed a small space starting to open between Juan’s palate. "It’s a sign that the treatment is working," she said, trying to keep Juan’s spirits up.

Juan asked how long the activation would last. "From what they told me, you’ll need to do this twice a day for a few weeks," Laura replied, understanding better the pain Juan was experiencing.

With Laura saying goodbye and promising to see him again on Monday at the box, Juan felt a bit lighter, but the anxiety remained. He lay in bed, immersed in thoughts about the day ahead. The conversation with Laura and the support she had provided were comforting, but the reality of facing a class full of teenagers with his orthodontic appliances was still frightening.

As the night went on, Juan realized that despite the efforts and support received, he couldn’t escape the anxiety he felt about the next day. The fear of how his students would receive him and the challenge of adapting to his new situation remained major concerns. The night became a time for reflection, and Juan wondered if he was truly prepared to face what awaited him

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Chapter 12: A Monday of New Realities
« Reply #13 on: 10. August 2024, 16:44:13 PM »
Chapter 12: A Monday of New Realities

Monday dawned under a cloudy sky, mirroring Juan’s mood. He got out of bed slowly at 6:00 AM, each movement seeming to exacerbate the discomfort in his mouth. He headed to the bathroom and, upon looking in the mirror, felt intense pressure on his palate and teeth, especially his incisors. To his surprise, he noticed a small gap forming between his front teeth. He carefully applied petroleum jelly to his lips, which were drier and more cracked than the day before, providing slight relief, but the overall discomfort remained.

Despite the pain, he decided not to let it stop him. He put on his workout clothes and headed to the CrossFit box. The 7:00 AM class was already underway when he arrived. Fernando, his friend and workout buddy, gave him a concerned look.

“Wow, Juan! I thought you wouldn’t come today. How are you feeling?” Fernando asked.

Juan tried to smile, but his lower lip got stuck in the lip bumper, causing a mix of pain and embarrassment.

“It… hurts, but... I’m okay,” he replied with difficulty, finding pronunciation hard.

Some of the classmates who had mocked him on Saturday quickly made sarcastic comments.

“Look who’s here, the metal-mouth guy!” one of them said, laughing.

Laura, who was also in the class, approached Juan and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Ignore them, Juan. You’re making a great effort, and that’s what matters,” she said with an encouraging smile.

The class was more challenging than usual for Juan. Every exercise felt heavier, and the constant saliva accumulation and persistent pain in his mouth were distracting. Additionally, the need to constantly swallow saliva made it harder for him to concentrate. He noticed how his lips were drying and cracking from being open almost all the time. Laura, noticing this, gave him some advice.

“Try to keep some water handy and take small sips,” she suggested. “That should help with the saliva and keep your lips hydrated.”

After the CrossFit class, Juan walked to the school. Fear and anxiety grew within him with each step. He couldn’t stop thinking about how his students would react to seeing him with orthodontic appliances. As he walked, he ran into one of his students, Carlos, and his father.

“Hello, Professor!” Carlos greeted enthusiastically.

Juan tried to respond with a smile, but his lip got stuck again, and pain set in. Carlos's father looked at him with curiosity.

“Good morning, sir…” Juan tried to keep his composure.

“Are you okay, professor?” Carlos’s father asked, noticing Juan’s discomfort.

“Yes, just… a bit of toothache. Nothing serious,” Juan lied, trying to sound convincing.

Carlos stared at the appliances in Juan’s mouth with a mix of amazement and curiosity but said nothing. Juan continued on his way, feeling increasingly anxious.

He arrived at the school just in time for his first class. He entered the classroom, and the murmurs from the students were immediate. Some laughed quietly, others simply looked at him with surprise. Juan tried to stay calm.

“Good morning, everyone,” he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

The students responded with a general murmur. As he tried to explain the lesson, he noticed his pronunciation was awkward and the saliva accumulation made him speak slower than usual. The students began to whisper, and some even laughed openly.

“Why do you talk like that, professor?” one student asked, with evident malice.

Juan felt his face flush with embarrassment.

“I had to get orthodontic appliances,” he explained with difficulty. “It’s… to correct my bite.”

Some students nodded in understanding, while others couldn’t help but continue laughing. Juan tried to ignore them and continued with the class, but each minute felt like an eternity. During the lesson, some students kept laughing and making hurtful comments.

“Professor, you look like a robot with those appliances!” one student shouted from the back of the classroom, causing more laughter.

Juan tried to maintain his composure and responded firmly.

“That’s enough. The appliances are necessary for my dental health, and I hope you can show some respect,” he said, but in his anger, he couldn’t prevent a bit of saliva from escaping while speaking, provoking even more laughter.

He felt humiliated and frustrated but continued with the class, trying to maintain his dignity.

Mid-morning, during a brief break, Juan checked his phone and saw a message from Fernando.

“How’s it going? Everything okay at the school?” the message read.

Juan sighed and responded quickly.

“It’s not easy, but I’m holding on. Thanks for asking.”

Fernando’s concern made him feel a bit better. At least he knew someone understood what he was going through.

At lunchtime, Juan decided to go for a soft meal to avoid complications. He chose a vegetable soup and mashed potatoes. While eating in the staff room, several colleagues noticed his discomfort.

“Are you okay, Juan?” asked Marta, one of his closest colleagues.

“I’ve started orthodontic treatment,” Juan replied, trying to downplay it. “My dentist said I need these appliances to correct my bite. It’s a bit embarrassing because it’s not common for adults.”

Marta nodded in understanding.

“Yes, my niece also got one. It’s tough at first, but you get used to it. Hang in there.”

Juan felt a bit better knowing he wasn’t the only adult going through this, but the embarrassment of wearing unusual appliances for adults persisted. After lunch, he headed to the faculty meeting. The meeting was important, and he knew he would have to speak. As he waited for his turn to speak, he couldn’t stop thinking about how others would perceive him. When it was finally his turn, he stood up with some insecurity.

“Uh… good morning, everyone,” he started, feeling his mouth fill with saliva. “I wanted to talk about… the results of the latest exams.”

He spoke slowly and with effort, trying to maintain clarity despite the discomfort. Some colleagues looked at him with empathy, while others seemed uncomfortable. Despite everything, he managed to finish his speech, but he felt that he hadn’t been taken seriously due to his difficulties speaking.

After the meeting, Juan decided to stop by the supermarket to do the weekly shopping. He felt exhausted and just wanted to finish the day as quickly as possible. As he walked through the aisles, he tried to avoid unnecessary conversations. He ran into a neighbor and barely managed to greet with a nod.

At the checkout, the cashier tried to ask him a question about the loyalty card, but Juan avoided responding, simply nodding and smiling awkwardly. The interaction was brief but reminded him how difficult every everyday conversation would be from now on.

Back home, Juan decided to prepare something simple for dinner. He opted for pumpkin soup and a Spanish omelet, foods he knew would be easier to manage with his appliances. As he ate, he tried not to think about the pain and discomfort, but it was hard to ignore. He remembered Laura’s advice and gradually improved at handling the food.

After dinner, he knew he had to face the hardest part of the day: activating the expanders. It was the first time he’d done it alone since Laura had helped him. He recalled the instructions and mentally prepared for the pain. He brushed his teeth meticulously, following Laura’s advice on how to use interdental brushes to clean between the expander and the palate, and behind the bite plate.

With trembling hands, he began to turn the screw of the upper expander. The pain was immediate and sharp, and a tear slipped from his eye. The second turn was even worse, and he almost cried out in pain. When he finished, he noticed the space between his molars had opened a little more.

He then moved on to the lower expander, repeating the process with equal pain. When he finally finished, he felt exhausted and defeated. Laura had said this would get better with time, but at that moment, it was hard to believe.

He sat on the couch, trying to find some comfort in the TV, but his mind remained occupied with uncertainty and fear about the next day. Just as he was about to succumb to exhaustion, he received a message from Laura.

“How did today go?” she asked.

Juan sighed and replied honestly.

“It was very hard. But I’m surviving. Thanks for being there.”

Laura sent an encouraging message, reminding him that each day would get a little easier and that he was doing a great job. Her words provided some comfort, but the fear and despair remained.

As the night wore on, Juan found himself reflecting on his day. It had been one of the hardest days of his life, and he knew he would have to face many more like it in the near future. However, the unexpected support from Laura and Fernando’s concern had given him some hope.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind, and promised himself he would keep going, no matter how difficult the path. He knew the process would be long and painful, but he was determined to see it through to the end

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Chapter 13: The Ten Days of Transition
« Reply #14 on: 10. August 2024, 16:47:35 PM »
Chapter 13: The Ten Days of Transition

Tuesday
Tuesday started similarly to Monday, with Juan waking up with pain in his mouth. This time, however, the space between his incisors was more noticeable and the discomfort in his palate persisted. He got out of bed carefully and headed to the bathroom for his morning routine. After brushing his teeth and applying petroleum jelly to his cut lips, he prepared to face another day at school.

The commute to work was less anxious than the previous day. Although he still felt people’s stares on the street, his confidence had improved slightly thanks to Laura and Fernando’s support. Upon arriving at the school, he encountered more comments and laughter from some students, but he tried to ignore them and focus on his work.

The classes went through ups and downs. During one of the lessons, a particularly mocking student kept making sarcastic remarks.

—Teacher, are you having trouble speaking? —he said with a restrained laugh.

Juan, trying to stay calm, responded:

—A little. Focus on the class.

Although some students laughed, others seemed to understand and showed more empathy. Throughout the day, Juan noticed that his ability to handle the discomfort was improving, albeit slowly.

In the afternoon, he decided to send a message to Laura to thank her for her support.

—Hi, Laura. I just wanted to thank you for being there. Today was a bit better than yesterday.

Laura responded quickly.

—I’m glad to hear that, Juan! Remember, each day will be a little easier. Hang in there!

Wednesday
Wednesday brought a new routine for Juan. Besides his usual pain and discomfort, he began to notice small improvements in his ability to speak more clearly. He decided to make a conscious effort to speak more slowly and enunciate each word carefully.

During CrossFit, he pushed himself to the limit, trying not to let the comments from others affect him. Fernando continued to be a great support, encouraging him in every exercise.

—Come on, Juan. You can handle this and more —Fernando said, giving him a pat on the back.

Juan felt a renewed energy thanks to his friend's motivation. After the class, they met up with Laura, who had also finished her workout.

—I see you’re doing better today, Juan. How are you feeling? —Laura asked.

—A little better, thanks. The exercises and advice are helping —Juan replied, smiling despite the discomfort.

Thursday
On Thursday, Juan noticed that his lips were less chapped thanks to the constant application of petroleum jelly and Laura’s advice. Although the pain was still present, he was starting to get used to the daily routine of cleaning and activating the expanders.

At school, things weren’t as difficult as he had expected. The students seemed to be getting used to his new appearance, and although the teasing hadn’t disappeared completely, it was less frequent. During one of the classes, a student asked him with genuine curiosity about his treatment.

—Teacher, how long will you have to wear those braces? —the student asked.

—About three years. Take advantage of now to get braces; it’s easier while you’re growing —Juan replied.

Some students seemed to understand and showed more empathy, which was a small but significant relief for Juan.

Friday
Friday was a particularly tough day for Juan. The pain in his mouth seemed to have intensified, and the accumulated fatigue of the week was taking its toll. Despite this, he got up and continued with his routine, remembering Laura’s encouraging words.

At CrossFit, he decided to take it a bit easier. Fernando noticed his exhaustion and suggested that he not push himself too hard.

—Juan, it’s okay to slow down a bit. You’re doing a great job, but don’t overexert yourself —Fernando said.

Juan nodded, grateful for his friend's understanding.

The day at school was similar to the previous ones, with occasional comments and laughter, but also with moments of empathy and support from some students and colleagues. During the faculty meeting, a colleague, Marta, approached him.

—Juan, how’s it going with the braces? My nine-year-old daughter also got an expander and she’s having a hard time —Marta said.

—It’s tough, Marta. But at least it’s progressing. I hope your daughter handles it as best as possible —Juan replied, feeling a bit embarrassed sharing his experience as an adult with such unusual braces.

By the end of the day, Juan felt relieved that the workweek was over.

Saturday
On Saturday morning, Juan headed to CrossFit for partner training. He knew it would be a challenge, but having Fernando’s support gave him the confidence he needed. They paired up and began the routine, working together on each exercise.

—Come on, Juan. Just a little more —Fernando said, encouraging him.

After the workout, they went to a nearby bar for a couple of beers. The conversation flowed easily, with laughter and sharing stories from the week. Fernando was great company, and his constant support made the difficulties seem more manageable.

Later, Juan met up with Laura for lunch. They sat at a table on the restaurant’s terrace, enjoying the sun and good weather. Juan opted for a vegetable soup, while Laura chose a salad.

—Thanks for inviting me, Laura. This week has been very tough, but your advice has really helped —Juan said.

—I’m glad to hear that. How are you feeling today? —Laura asked.

—A little better. I’m starting to get used to it, but it’s still hard. The workouts help distract me —Juan replied.

Sunday
On Sunday, Juan decided to spend time preparing his lessons for the following week. He spent the morning grading exams and planning lessons. Although the work helped distract him from the pain and discomfort, he also felt a growing anxiety about facing another week of teasing and comments.

In the afternoon, he received a message from Fernando.

—Do you want to watch the soccer game tonight? We can order some food and relax.

Juan accepted the invitation, grateful for the company and distraction. They spent the evening watching the game, chatting, and laughing. However, when the pizza arrived, Juan found it difficult to eat. He struggled to bite into a slice as his lower incisors only made contact with the bite plate, which embarrassed him in front of Fernando.

—Are you okay, Juan? —Fernando asked, noticing his discomfort.

—Yes, it’s just hard to eat with these braces —Juan replied, feeling a bit down.

Fernando gave him a pat on the back and encouraged him to keep going.

Monday
Monday marked the start of a new week and, with it, new challenges for Juan. The pain in his teeth and gums was still present, but he noticed that his resilience was improving. The routine of expanding activations became a bit more bearable each day, though the pain remained considerable.

At school, things were similar to the previous week. However, he noticed that some students seemed more understanding and less inclined to make malicious comments. During one of his classes, a student approached him after the lesson.

—Teacher, I talked to my older brother about your treatment. He also had to use expanders and says it’s very painful. I hope you get better soon —the student said with a shy smile.

Juan felt a wave of gratitude for the empathy shown. Small gestures like that gave him encouragement to keep going.

Tuesday
On Tuesday morning, Juan woke up with a slight decrease in the pain in his mouth. Although the discomfort was still present, he felt more capable of facing the day. At CrossFit, Fernando greeted him with his usual enthusiasm.

—Good morning, champion! Ready for another round of exercises? —Fernando said.

—Sure, let’s go for it —Juan replied with a smile, even though his lower lip got caught in the lip bumper once again.

After the workout, he met with Laura, who noticed his progress.

—I see you’re doing better today, Juan. How are things going? —Laura asked.

—A little better, thanks to you and Fernando. I’m starting to get used to the braces, although it’s still difficult —Juan replied.

Wednesday
On Wednesday, Juan found himself thinking about the upcoming check-up with his orthodontist. As the date approached, he felt a mix of anxiety and hope. He hoped to receive good news and some indication that his treatment was progressing correctly.

At school, the classes went normally, although there were still some awkward moments. During a break, Miguel, a colleague, asked:

—Hey, Juan, why so worried about your teeth? Is it something recent?

—Yes, I’ve started with orthodontics recently. It’s more complicated than I thought —Juan replied.

Miguel, interested in the topic, showed empathy and shared his own experience with dental problems. The conversation made Juan feel a bit better.

Thursday
On Thursday, Juan continued with his routine of classes and CrossFit, feeling that the pain in his teeth and gums had decreased a bit. Laura sent him a message to check how he was doing.

—Hi, Juan. How are you feeling today? I hope you’re feeling better —Laura said.

—A bit better. Thanks for asking. I’m trying to stay positive —Juan replied.

Laura reminded him to keep up with his oral hygiene and diet to maximize the benefits of his treatment.

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Chapter 14: The Friday of the First Review
« Reply #15 on: 10. August 2024, 16:50:03 PM »
Chapter 14: The Friday of the First Review

Friday began for Juan with a wake-up filled with anxiety. As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately felt the persistent pain in his incisors. The small gap between them was visible, a constant reminder of the pressure exerted by the expanders. He got up carefully, avoiding sudden movements that could increase his discomfort. He walked to the bathroom, where the tooth pain mixed with general unease.

In front of the mirror, Juan applied a generous layer of petroleum jelly to his chapped lips. The sensation of the jelly on his dry lips offered temporary relief, although the pain in his teeth persisted. Brushing his teeth became a meticulous act to avoid additional discomfort, and Juan tried not to touch the painful parts of his mouth too much.

For breakfast, Juan opted for something soft. He prepared a bowl of yogurt with fruit puree and a bit of oatmeal, trying to stay calm despite his anxiety about the review scheduled for that afternoon. As he ate, the yogurt seemed to slide smoothly, but the constant feeling of saliva building up in his mouth remained uncomfortable.

By the end, Juan felt a little better but couldn’t shake the thoughts of the upcoming review. Each bite was a reminder of the challenges he faced with his new treatment.

When Juan arrived at the CrossFit box for the morning training, he noticed that Fernando and Laura were not present. Their absence made him feel even more alone and insecure. He began his warm-up, trying to stay focused despite the pain and discomfort in his mouth.

A fellow trainee, Javier, approached him with a mocking smile.

—Are you training with the full gear today, teacher? —Javier said with an incredulous expression.

Juan tried to concentrate on his routine, but Javier continued to make cruel remarks.

—Does it hurt to talk, or can you just see your molars? —Javier added, laughing.

Juan felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Each comment was a reminder of his uncomfortable situation. He tried not to let it affect him and continued with his exercises, but the pain in his mouth and Javier’s comments made him feel like he was losing the battle. Despite his efforts, the discomfort in his teeth and the buildup of saliva made every movement a challenge.

Friday's classes were a mix of normalcy and anxiety. Juan tried to focus on teaching, but the discomfort in his mouth and students' comments only intensified his distress. During one of the classes, a student, Carlos, approached him with a mix of curiosity and malice.

—Why do you talk like that, teacher? —Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

Juan, with saliva building up in his mouth and struggling to articulate his words, responded:

—It’s part of my treatment. I hope everyone can show respect.

Despite his efforts to stay firm, Carlos’s comment made some other students laugh as well. The situation became even more uncomfortable when Juan, trying to reprimand the students, couldn’t avoid the saliva buildup, making his attempt to scold them seem even more ridiculous.

At another moment, during break, a colleague in the teachers' lounge asked him about his treatment. Juan tried to explain briefly, feeling uncomfortable talking about his situation. Although the conversation with Marta was kind and understanding, he couldn’t help but feel that most of his colleagues didn’t fully grasp how difficult it was to deal with the pain and discomfort all day.

During the break, Juan headed to the teachers' lounge hoping to find some comfort in a conversation. Marta was talking with some colleagues about her daughter and the challenges of her dental treatment.

—My daughter is also having trouble with her expander —Marta commented.

—Yes, I understand how complicated it can be. My treatment has been a challenge —Juan responded, feeling relieved to talk with someone who at least somewhat understood his situation.

Although the conversation was comforting, Juan couldn’t avoid feeling that most of his colleagues didn’t fully understand the difficulties he was facing. The lack of empathy and persistent pain continued to weigh on his emotional state.

Finally, the time for his appointment at the clinic arrived. Juan went to the reception, checked in, and sat in the waiting room, trying to calm his nerves. He looked around and noticed that other people were also waiting for their turn. The room was filled with murmurs and the sound of magazines being passed around.

While waiting, he received a message from Laura. Although Juan was reluctant to go out after the appointment, the message offered a small respite.

—Hi, Juan. Just wanted to wish you good luck for the review. I’m sure everything will go well. Stay strong! —the message read.

Laura’s support gave him a small dose of comfort before his appointment. He decided that, whatever happened, he could at least count on her support after the appointment.

When his turn came, Juan was called by the assistant and taken to the examination room. Dr. Martínez greeted him with a professional smile, although her expression was serious and attentive.

—Hello, Juan. How have you been with the treatment? —Dr. Martínez asked as Juan settled into the chair.

Juan explained that the treatment had been difficult and that he had experienced a lot of pain and discomfort, especially in recent days. Dr. Martínez examined the appliances and observed the gap that had formed between the incisors.

—I see that the upper expander is doing its job well. However, the lower one is not progressing as we hoped —Dr. Martínez commented as she carefully inspected the appliances. —I’m going to adjust the lower expander. You’ll need to turn it twice instead of once to ensure adequate progress. Also, I’ll activate the lip bumper to help adjust your bite.

Juan felt immediate and painful pressure as Dr. Martínez activated the lip bumper. The sensation of his lower lip being pushed forward was intense and painful. Juan tried to contain the pain, but a solitary tear escaped from his eye as Dr. Martínez worked carefully.

—The upper expander is working well, but we need to make some adjustments to the lower one to ensure everything is aligned correctly. Activating the lip bumper will help improve your bite and alleviate some of the pain —Dr. Martínez explained.

Finally, Dr. Martínez indicated that there would be a new review in two weeks. The news left Juan with a mix of relief and concern, as he would have to endure the adjustment process and pain during that time.

—I’ll see you in two weeks for a new review. Make sure to follow the instructions and maintain good oral hygiene —Dr. Martínez said as Juan got up from the chair.

After the appointment, Juan met Laura for dinner. The dinner was an opportunity to relax and share his experiences. Laura chose a quiet restaurant, and Juan felt grateful for the company of someone who understood what he was going through.

—Hi, Juan. How was the appointment? —Laura asked as they settled at the table.

—It was tough. The upper expander is progressing well, but the lower one isn’t doing as well as we hoped. The doctor had to make some adjustments and activate the lip bumper. It was quite painful —Juan responded, trying to stay calm.

Laura listened attentively and offered words of encouragement. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and Juan was able to enjoy Laura’s company, although the persistent pain remained a problem. Laura encouraged him to be patient and to follow the doctor’s instructions to ensure the treatment’s progress.

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Chapter 15: Two Weeks of Adjustment
« Reply #16 on: 10. August 2024, 16:52:36 PM »
Chapter 15: Two Weeks of Adjustment

The two weeks following Juan's dental review became a series of ongoing challenges and adjustments. From the persistent pain in his teeth to the difficulty of adapting to the new routine with his braces, each day brought new trials. Juan woke up every morning with a feeling of pressure and pain in his incisors, exacerbated by the recent adjustment. Despite his efforts to stay positive, the pain and discomfort often exceeded his tolerance.

During the first week, Juan focused on establishing a routine to help manage his new treatment. He got up early, applied petroleum jelly to his chapped lips, and prepared a soft breakfast. He often opted for yogurt, fruit puree, and oatmeal, trying to avoid foods that could cause discomfort or complicate the cleaning of his braces. Each meal became a battle against saliva buildup, a constant problem that led him to swallow frequently and deal with an uncomfortable sensation in his mouth.

At the CrossFit box, things remained challenging. Although Fernando and Laura were back at training, Juan couldn’t help but feel that his performance was limited by his braces. The discomfort in his mouth and the need to adjust his breathing due to the braces affected his ability to focus and perform at his best.

Fernando and Laura, though understanding, couldn’t help but make some friendly comments that sometimes felt like criticism. During one particularly tough session, Fernando remarked:

—Wow, teacher! It seems like the braces are making your abs work harder than you.

Fernando's laughter and the chuckles from the other trainees made Juan feel even more uncomfortable. Despite the camaraderie, the situation was a constant reminder of his personal struggle with the braces.

Classes continued to be a constant challenge for Juan. Although his students were mostly understanding, some couldn’t resist making inappropriate comments about his appearance. The situation worsened when a group of students began to laugh at him during a lesson.

—Why do you talk like that, teacher? —asked a student with a mocking smile.

Juan tried to maintain calm and authority, but his difficulty speaking and the constant buildup of saliva made his response less effective than he would have liked. The situation became even more uncomfortable when his attempt to reprimand the students only resulted in more laughter and derisive comments.

Despite these challenges, Juan worked hard to maintain control and continue with his lessons, trying not to let the teasing affect his teaching.

During free time in the faculty room, Juan had some conversations with colleagues. Overall, the reception from his peers was mixed. Some colleagues were understanding and offered words of encouragement, while others seemed indifferent to his situation.

Marta, who had previously talked about her daughter’s expander, showed genuine support. During one conversation, she said to Juan:

—I know it’s tough and can be uncomfortable, but believe me, it will all pass. My daughter went through this and now she’s much better.

Juan felt relieved by Marta’s support, but most conversations with other colleagues remained brief and sometimes superficial. Time in the faculty room was often filled with trivial chatter that didn’t offer much comfort.

As the second week progressed, Juan began to notice some positive changes in his adjustment to the braces. Although pain and discomfort were still present, he started finding ways to better manage the situation. Laura’s advice on chewing and eating proved helpful; he discovered that chewing slowly and in small bites helped reduce pain and improve his ability to eat.

However, saliva buildup remained a constant problem. Whenever Juan tried to speak or focus on a task, saliva would accumulate and he had to swallow frequently. This uncomfortable feeling kept him constantly aware of his braces and prevented him from feeling completely at ease.

In his daily interactions with students, Juan tried to maintain a professional attitude despite the comments and difficulty speaking. Some students, though curious, showed a degree of understanding. However, others couldn’t resist making cruel comments. During one class, a student asked:

—Why don’t you just take that off? It must hurt a lot.

Juan, struggling to keep his composure, responded:

—I can’t take it off. It’s necessary for my treatment. I ask that you show respect and understanding.

Despite his efforts to maintain a positive environment, teasing and comments remained a constant challenge. Support from some students and colleagues was reassuring, but the daily struggle to adapt to his new situation remained exhausting.

Throughout the two weeks, Juan maintained regular contact with Laura, who continued to offer support and encouragement. Although Juan’s situation wasn’t improving rapidly, Laura’s presence in his life provided a sense of normalcy and support.

Laura and Juan continued to go out for dinner occasionally. During one of these dinners, Laura asked about how he was handling the situation. Juan, though grateful for the support, felt frustrated by the slow progress.

—It’s not easy, Laura. I feel like every day is a battle. Although the advice on chewing has helped, there are still days when I feel like I can’t fully adapt —Juan said, with a mix of relief and frustration.

Laura offered words of encouragement and practical advice for better managing the braces and the situation in general. While her words were comforting, Juan couldn’t avoid feeling that he was on a long and arduous road.

Interactions with his colleagues remained a mix of support and indifference. While some offered encouraging words, others seemed distracted or indifferent. During a conversation with Miguel, another colleague, Juan was approached about his situation.

—Hey, Juan, how’s it going with those braces? —Miguel asked with a genuinely concerned expression.

Juan, though grateful for the question, explained that he was still adjusting to the treatment and dealing with constant discomfort. The conversation with Miguel was one of the few times he felt understood and supported, providing him with a brief respite from the daily struggles.

As the weekend approached, Juan prepared for his usual CrossFit training. Although Fernando and Laura were present, Juan couldn’t avoid feeling uncomfortable with his braces and the difficulty of fully participating in the training. Fernando, noticing Juan’s effort, tried to offer words of encouragement, although sometimes his comments were light-hearted and not always well-received.

—Come on, teacher! Don’t let the braces hold you back. Give it your all! —Fernando said, trying to cheer Juan up.

Despite Fernando’s effort, Juan still felt limited by his braces. The meal after training, though with friends, also turned out to be a challenge. Pizza, one of his favorite dishes, proved difficult to manage with the braces.

As the two weeks came to an end, Juan reflected on his progress and the challenges he still faced. Although he had experienced some advances in adjusting to his braces, the situation remained difficult. Persistent pain, saliva buildup, and uncomfortable interactions continued to be constant issues.

Laura’s support and the understanding of some colleagues and friends were reassuring, but Juan knew there was still a long way to go. The upcoming dental review and the ongoing adjustments remained a source of concern and anxiety.

As the next dental review approached, Juan mentally prepared himself for the challenge it would represent. Although he had experienced some progress, the possibility of new adjustments and the prospect of more pain remained concerning. He focused on following Dr. Martínez’s instructions and maintaining good oral hygiene to ensure that progress continued.