ha! Since my dental trauma of a few years ago, I've been on a similar path. BTW, when the hygenist does, at last, acknowledge you as a 'flosser', the heavens open, an ephemeral light descends, anoints your noggin and devotion to the nightly ritual becomes a tad easier.
Love my dentist too...I think its the same one. I cracked one tooth "back there" and burst out crying - I think it was the recognition of the beginning of the end...at least that's what I made it mean. By the way, I floss (she says self righteously). :)
Hahaha. I don't floss like I used to. Probably because I have fewer teeth than I used to. Never got around to replacing (bridging, implanting) those two (upper left, lower right) that cracked or otherwise wore themselves out. Like I never got around to saving for retirement. Or compiling those photo albums. But I'm delighted by the dedication of this ditty!
ha! Since my dental trauma of a few years ago, I've been on a similar path. BTW, when the hygenist does, at last, acknowledge you as a 'flosser', the heavens open, an ephemeral light descends, anoints your noggin and devotion to the nightly ritual becomes a tad easier.
You give me hope AND restore my faith. Thank you, Susan
Love my dentist too...I think its the same one. I cracked one tooth "back there" and burst out crying - I think it was the recognition of the beginning of the end...at least that's what I made it mean. By the way, I floss (she says self righteously). :)
The indignities, they’re endless. I can barely enjoy my kettle cooked chips without fear of ending up toothless.
Hahaha. I don't floss like I used to. Probably because I have fewer teeth than I used to. Never got around to replacing (bridging, implanting) those two (upper left, lower right) that cracked or otherwise wore themselves out. Like I never got around to saving for retirement. Or compiling those photo albums. But I'm delighted by the dedication of this ditty!
If it’s any consolation what you DO have is great.