I used to be a regular six-monthly gal. Then I had a five-year stint of No Dentist after a nightmare appointment with an unknown dentist who butchered my mouth. I then sailed along oblivious with perfectly healthy-looking teeth, right up until early last year when I got a horror infection behind my bottom front teeth out of nowhere within the space of a few weeks.
I am now paying the price with some serious gum disease and general badness in my mouth. That shit can come up and bitchslap you within no time at all, before you even know what's happening. It festers away while you have no clue. I've now got permanently-damaged bone in my jaw from that one infection that sprang up unannounced. Those teeth will be slightly loose forever, if I'm lucky and they don't drop out.
I'm so back to being a dentist born-again follower now, it's not even funny.
Also, FLOSS like your life depends upon it. It might very well be true. That crap below your gums is what causes heart disease and other evils.
I used to be fine with dentists. True, there was a ~5 year gap between when my parents stopped organising my visits and when I thought "I should probably get checked out before emigrating to the UK", at which point my dentist made some remark about how my teeth were in remarkably good condition.. for someone who hadn't seen a dentist for five years, but that was just slackness on my part. From then on it was "every trip back to Perth" for the next several years, and now every six months or so.
I'm still fine with what goes on on the chair, but I've started dreading how I feel for the couple of hours after the cleaning.
Most of the issues I have had were from not flossing, or from not brushing around my gums well enough. Flossing used to be something I would do every day for a couple of months until life got hectic then not at all for a year. Rinse, repeat.
A few years back I got a very stern lecture from a eastern european dental hygienist. Then I switched to always flossing at least one tooth, regardless of how late I was running to get out the door in the morning or going to bed at night. It means I don't always get all of them, but I never get out of the habit of opening the little blue box and tearing off a length.
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I used to be a regular six-monthly gal. Then I had a five-year stint of No Dentist after a nightmare appointment with an unknown dentist who butchered my mouth. I then sailed along oblivious with perfectly healthy-looking teeth, right up until early last year when I got a horror infection behind my bottom front teeth out of nowhere within the space of a few weeks.
I am now paying the price with some serious gum disease and general badness in my mouth. That shit can come up and bitchslap you within no time at all, before you even know what's happening. It festers away while you have no clue. I've now got permanently-damaged bone in my jaw from that one infection that sprang up unannounced. Those teeth will be slightly loose forever, if I'm lucky and they don't drop out.
I'm so back to being a dentist born-again follower now, it's not even funny.
Also, FLOSS like your life depends upon it. It might very well be true. That crap below your gums is what causes heart disease and other evils.
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I used to be fine with dentists. True, there was a ~5 year gap between when my parents stopped organising my visits and when I thought "I should probably get checked out before emigrating to the UK", at which point my dentist made some remark about how my teeth were in remarkably good condition.. for someone who hadn't seen a dentist for five years, but that was just slackness on my part. From then on it was "every trip back to Perth" for the next several years, and now every six months or so.
I'm still fine with what goes on on the chair, but I've started dreading how I feel for the couple of hours after the cleaning.
Most of the issues I have had were from not flossing, or from not brushing around my gums well enough. Flossing used to be something I would do every day for a couple of months until life got hectic then not at all for a year. Rinse, repeat.
A few years back I got a very stern lecture from a eastern european dental hygienist. Then I switched to always flossing at least one tooth, regardless of how late I was running to get out the door in the morning or going to bed at night. It means I don't always get all of them, but I never get out of the habit of opening the little blue box and tearing off a length.
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