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Beautiful Brusher

What is it about going to the Dentist that makes you feel so good at life?

Although I don't manage to abide by the "cleaning every six months" rule (boring), going once every 13 still makes my chest puff up just a little bit. And yes I meant 13 months, not 12. I fall short of the just a little bit of a slacker "once a year cleaning" just slightly. Gotta keep Point Loma Family Dental on their toes. Lord knows I try to be faithful in my dental commitments but like most others in my life, being just a little behind is so very comfortable! Is it comfortable or familiar? I did learn the mere difference very recently. hmmm. Deep.

I was lectured on the typical lack of flossing, which I assume most have heard at least a time or two. The hygienist found it necessary to not only give me the lecture (ya know the whole your gums wouldn't be gushing blood right now if you actually flossed once in a while talk), but also gave me a full blown lesson on how to floss. This even included a hand held mirror. Nothing boosts your self esteem like an up close shot of your bleeding mouth and chin from an upward view. I don't think she knows that the reason I don't conform to this healthy habit is NOT because I am unaware of how to accomplish the task, I think I could even be good at it if I tried. I steer clear of the glossy floss because I'm a rebel! Doyee.

I was however told, more than once (uh thank you), that I brush beautifully. Alright then. At least I don't totally suck at my dental duties. It's okay, I immediately forget about the put down and just focus on the fact that I am able to remember the last time I was in this chair, having my grill prodded...keeping me feeling good at life.

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