The Dentist

Yesterday brought a lovely trip to the dentist. It was just for a cleaning, and I really have no problem going to the dentist. But this lady that cleans my teeth now is so stinking s-l-o-w. She’s very sweet and I like her very much, except that she takes forever. The last time she cleaned my teeth it took an hour and a half. Yes, I said an hour and a half. I do appreciate the fact that she doesn’t slice into your gums with dental floss, but there has to be a happy medium here.

I also hate being chastised when I go to the dentist. No, I don’t floss every day. I know, I’m an awful, terrible person. But I hate it. It goes back to the days when I had braces and I had to thread the stupid floss through every bracket and it took twenty minutes. The new Reach thing is my best friend. At least I think that’s who makes it. It’s sort of like a toothbrush handle that you snap little floss cartridges on. It’s great for lazy people like me who don’t want to deal with a quarter mile of wet, yucky dental floss. Even if it does taste like mint. Plus I don’t have to worry about my dog eating 36 feet of it…which happened once, and wasn’t a good thing. We actually banned spools of dental floss at our house for quite some time after that. Only recently have we kept the freebies from the dentist office. And they’re kept securely locked away so no canine member of the family can have a minty fresh snack.