Almost perfect teeth

Lindsay here.
So I have a dentist appointment at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning–amazingly scheduled just before I get booted from the insurance my 9-to5 provides. But I just happened to remember it tonight, which is about two weeks past my normal last-minute preparations.
I don’t have perfect teeth, but they are pretty darn close. I’m what some people would call blessed, or maybe just lucky. I’ve never had a cavity. Didn’t need braces and I swear my teeth are still straight. No retainer. No root canals. No teeth aches. Nada.
But one tiny little problem I have is flossing my teeth, or lack there of. I just don’t do it. It’s not that I am trying to rebel. Or that I don’t believe in it. Because I do. My mom always said, “Only floss the ones you want keep.”
It’s just that I am lazy. That lazy. It’s too hard to find the floss in the cabinet or wherever Whit leaves it each night (because he, my friends, is an avid flosser – with cavities – who likes to floss wherever the mood strikes him, usually by the computer where he then leaves his sometimes chunky used-up floss).
That thin white minty waxy thread is just another task that stands between me and my bed at night. And when I’m ready to go to bed at night, I’m ready.
Mom, if you’re reading this. I’m sorry. I know I’ve failed you.
So I normally make up for my laziness by flossing until my gums bleed for two weeks before my scheduled appointment. It hurts. And sometimes I feel like I might die from the blood loss. But for me it’s a better option. It works for me.
But that’s when I actually remember I have an appointment. So here is my question. Should I face the wrath of my Black Mountain dentist who will shake his head sadly at my almost-perfect teeth and bloody gums at what could have been?
I’m thinking I might rather just face my fears and head to a Korean dentist in a few months, when I’ve had my normal two weeks to prepare.

Still not in Korea yet, but gettin’ a lot closer,

One Comment

  1. Summer says:

    Better suck it up and go to the American dentist. As a reformed non-flosser who suffered through an intense lecture on gum health only to discover that flossing really does make a difference, know that you’re not the only one who’d rather go to bed than floss. I have to warn you, though, that reforming does not earn you praise. I was so proud of my gums that I had to ask at my appointment last month, “So, how are my gums?” I only got, “You’ve been flossing haven’t you?”


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