I think I am starting to become obsessed with oral hygiene, though I suppose there are worse things with which I could be obsessed. Drugs, for example. Or babies.
I have never been a big flosser. It hurt. I could never reach those stupid back teeth. But before the wisdom tooth extraction I had a dental cleaning and they stressed [as these dental people always stress to me] the importance of flossing. And I thought, “You know what. I’m going to do it this time. I WILL FLOSS!!”
Fortunately for me (and my big hands) technology has created dental flossers–a stick-like thing that has floss attached to it.
By golly, I love these little things. Flossing is so easy now. I highly recommend it.
I floss every day now. It seemed the most practical to floss at night so all the gunk from the day can be removed, so that’s when I do it. But today I came home from work and thought, “I’m feeling gunky. I’m going to floss now!!” And then as I was flossing, “But I will also have to floss again tonight, because I still need to eat dinner!” All the exclamation marks are why I might be becoming obsessed. I have also increased brushing my teeth from two times a day to three. I don’t even know why. It just felt like the right thing to do.
Next time I go in for a cleaning I expect fanfare and applause at the state of my immaculately flossed gums. Someone, besides me, will ooo and ahhh.