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The other night I flossed for the first time in a very long while. Today it feels like someone punched me in the mouth. Regardless, I'm going to stick with it. The next time I go to the dentist I want to be able to look him in the eye and say "Yes doctor, I dofloss every day! No, thank you."
All my life I've avoided flossing on a regular basis and I actually blame dentists. They always start out so nice and cheery with their "Hi Chris, how are you doing today, champ? Ya catch any steelhead lately?" After that the mood turns decidedly dour as he sticks sharp metal objects in my mouth and orders the nurse around like a prisoner camp commander.
The questions get less friendly too.
"Hmmm.. have you been drinking lots of pop? How often? Foods with lots of sugar? You really shouldn't you know. You have such great teeth, and it'd be a shame to ruin them forever."
And then then the inquisition takes a nasty turn.
"Do you floss regularly?"
All I can ever answer is a meek "no" and avoid eye contact, hoping he may let it slide this time. But no. He'll let out a long sigh, shake his head and proceed to tell me how gum disease will wreak havoc on my mouth and how exactly like in the commercials, little plaque men will run rampant across my gums, ripping up chunks of flesh and tooth enamel in pure malice.
I'm sure these warnings were meant to scare me straight, but all it did was make me fear the dentist and his awful stories.
All my life I've avoided flossing on a regular basis and I actually blame dentists. They always start out so nice and cheery with their "Hi Chris, how are you doing today, champ? Ya catch any steelhead lately?" After that the mood turns decidedly dour as he sticks sharp metal objects in my mouth and orders the nurse around like a prisoner camp commander.
The questions get less friendly too.
"Hmmm.. have you been drinking lots of pop? How often? Foods with lots of sugar? You really shouldn't you know. You have such great teeth, and it'd be a shame to ruin them forever."
And then then the inquisition takes a nasty turn.
"Do you floss regularly?"
All I can ever answer is a meek "no" and avoid eye contact, hoping he may let it slide this time. But no. He'll let out a long sigh, shake his head and proceed to tell me how gum disease will wreak havoc on my mouth and how exactly like in the commercials, little plaque men will run rampant across my gums, ripping up chunks of flesh and tooth enamel in pure malice.
I'm sure these warnings were meant to scare me straight, but all it did was make me fear the dentist and his awful stories.