This Weekend’s Lesson – Be Present
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
Dental Floss? In the Chip Aisle?
Dental Floss is an ever present and reliable staple at my house. Anyone experience this? ...it occurred to me the other day, I NEVER run out of dental floss AND I can always find it. Socks (two pair), tweezers, cell phone, mascara, butter, CAR KEYS - most in daily use, always a crap shoot. I go to the dentist every 6 months - usually released cavity free. I round up the usual suspects from each visit - toothbrush, bubblegum or mint floss. Mint for me, please. I recognize the benefit of flossing religiously v.s. the deleterious habit i've mastered. The dismount from brushing to done, check. The dismount from brushing to flossing, illusive. Even with the horrifying revelation from the dental assistant at my last appointment. I'm in "the chair", waiting for THE question, I know it's coming, cringing.....you know the one, wait for it...."And how much do you floss per week, Janet?" ARGH...I confess like an inmate to a jailer. "Maybe...once?" Traditionally, I'll get "the look" and expeditiously push for the worry-free cleaning. But this time, she says...."that's okay, you know you really only need to floss the teeth you want to keep".....What the? My unflossed jaw dropped. With that bolt of lightening, I was determined to turn over a new leaf. It was like a New Year's Eve Resolution. Just like. I "worked out" the floss for two weeks, then dumped it like a jump rope at a gym. That was four months ago. Sporatic flossing at best since. Though tonight (and likely not again until my next dental appt), I will head to the "chip aisle", quickly locate the small white plastic fully-loaded square, pull the string, and floss...
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I had to laugh out loud when I read this post . . . I'm sitting in my cube staring at a small blue square of satin floss from my last dental appt. I have them sprinkled throughout my house, my car, my cube, my purse, in the attempt to make myself floss more, because MY hygentist not only threatens my teeth but takes shots at my heart and the health of my whole circulatory system from the piss poor flossing job I'm doing . .yet do I heed her warnings? Not really. Am I afraid of her? Deathly. Am I tired of the lectures? Extremely. But oddly enough it does nothing to change my behavior. I admittedly am a 2-3 times/week flosser and I mostly do it in my car while sitting at the stop light, so there's no guarantee I'm even doing a quality job. So when she cleans my teeth I'm not sure why she even asks the question, certainly she knows the answer, can't she tell? I mean, the evidence is there, right? She just scraped it off my teeth, and the red streaks of blood on the bib are clear proof. Nonetheless, she asks anyway, and I think, maybe she can't tell? So I look her squarely in the eyes and say, "I floss at least 5 times a week," and from above her little blue surgical mask, I can see her eyes get bigger and rounder and she says, "Oh really? That often, huh? Your gums are just a little irritated from my probing." To which I've learned to reply, "I'm having my period." And she leaves me alone.
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