Teeth are bones, right? I am going to the dentist in about an hour. Ash and I have the same hygienist so I feel terribly guilty about the flossing issue. I always went to the dentist as a kid. When I got to college, I still went to them when I was visiting home. I think I missed maybe one year but then I got one here and went back. But I am awful about flossing. Ash didn’t go to the dentist for nearly six years and his teeth were horrible! Now that he flosses twice a day, he’s better off than I am and the lady certainly lets me know about it. Um, I am slightly busy around here these days so cut me some slack on my flossing, ok? Sigh. I also think it’s time for x-rays so that means another 40 bucks or something. Thankfully I just got that bonus; not that I want to spend it on x-rays of my teeth. Ugh.
ETA: Guess what I’m doing on February 11th? Getting my top two wisdom teeth pulled! If you’ll recall I had one pulled last October (and one the September before that) and I am simply prone to dry socket. I scheduled it for a Monday so that when I do indeed get the dry socket, I can go in the next three days so they can change my clove oil dressing. Ugh. Luckily, I scheduled this once my paychecks start coming back in so even though I’ll have to save up (each tooth is 165 plus I need xrays), it will still be doable.
I hate that sanctimonious floss lecture. I never bother people about grammar (unless they’re my students). I don’t tell my friends who are smokers how nice and pink their lungs would be if they quit. SRSLY.
My teeth are flossed twice a year – the two times I go to the dentist every year – and I’ve never had a cavity. Flossing is over-rated.
Growing up, my dentist went to my church. So when I went to the dentist, not only would I get the flossing lecture (I, too, am a terrible flosser), but I would also get a lecture about not having been to church regularly enough (even though I was like 8 and going was not up to me anyway). Perhaps that is why I so dread the dentist now. (That and the sound of the tooth scraping…hate that!)
Dry socket…are there two more terrifying words out there? I doubt it.