I forgot how nice it is to come back from the dentist. So many people are afraid or dislike the dentist, but I’m a pretty big fan. Nothing like coming home and running your tongue along those nice new pearly whites. Not to mention having your nightguard cleaned, I mean.. can it get any better?
It can.. all those great treats they give you. Floss, toothbrushes, toothpaste. I even got a tongue-scraper today (Miss Possible has always been an avid fan of the tongue scrapings, she’ll be so proud).
Besides trying to sell me on reconstructive jaw surgery to fix my underbite, the dentist was one of the best I’ve ever had. Using the latest technology, in-room televisions, and everyone was so incredibly pleasant. The hygenist even went to Northeastern and also just got engaged last month. Her only word of advice was to floss more (like all dentites), and went so far as to say that it’s so important to floss that I’d be better off cutting down my brushing to once a day and flossing once a day. Go figure.
The best part of it all, though, was that I have absolutely zero cavities, and the dentist himself said “You have really nice teeth.” So, now that everyone knows more about my teeth than you’ve ever wanted.. I’m gonna go have a glass of red wine.