About a month ago, I finally decided that after three years dentist-free it was time for me to make the dreaded trip. I wasn't purposefully avoiding my teeth, you've just got to understand that I lived in a much smaller town growing up. And so I had the same dentist, Dr., optometrist, allergist, etc. all my life. And they also happened to be family friends, so all was good. Then I moved to the big city, and put a few things off. I'm not good with change.
Well, let's just say that the visit went as I expected it. Not super great. I mean, I'm a twice a day tooth-brusher, but I have had some major commitment problems when it comes to flossing. So, I've had to make a few trips back to get some things filled. And they scared me bad enough (with horror stories and with the $$$ it takes to repair any damage) to encourage me to start flossing. I even bought mouth wash.
And I'm loving most of it. My teeth are extra clean and slimy feeling. I feel assured that I won't be needing any more fillings for a while. And I even think my overall breath is better. :)
But what I don't like is the fact that since flossing reduces any type of swelling that can occur in the gums, I now have a teeny, tiny space in between the upper portion of my two front teeth. And I swear it looks like I have a piece of pepper stuck there.
But, alas, I think the good outweighs the bad. However, if you see me around, go ahead and make a mental note - that's not pepper stuck in my two front teeth, it's just me taking care of 'em.
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