I just got my teeth cleaned. New dentist, new hygienist. Her name is Sue and she’s been doing this, by her own admission, for 40 years! So I’m thinking she must love her job… then she goes on to tell me that teeth are nasty places! Full of germs and bacteria and that if I don’t begin to floss and gargle I will be dead from the horrible invisible buggy things that inhabit my mouth every day.
This was a fun appointment, I have to tell you. I was feeling light and happy until I got into her chair. The sun was shining, the birds were singing! But leaving the dental office with my mouth thoroughly scrubbed, I hesitated to eat anything for the rest of the day. In fact, I think I brushed at least three times before bedtime. My teeth have never been so bug free.
But I won’t floss. I just can’t. It’s a matter of patience I cannot master and trying to get my fingers into my tiny mouth- impossible. Yes, despite the volume of constant chatter that those of you who know me personally hear whenever we are together, my mouth is very small and delicate. And trying to get both fingers and floss into the oral cavity to scrape between my teeth and gums, —forget it. I simply refuse to do it.
So you will most likely find me dead on the floor someday, overcome with oral bacteria, toothbrush in hand, floss no where to be found. Such is life. 🙂
So, be honest – do you floss? And if you don’t, what’s your excuse?