Jonathan had his dental check-up last night, after a couple of years away from the good ol' DDS-es of the world.
My husband once went over a week without brushing his teeth, in college, because (now this is his excuse, and not a good one) his toothbrush was all the way in the car in the R lot and just not worth it to go get.
I don't think I've ever seen him floss. Ever. We're talking over 9 years here.
And he's a nonchalant brusher. He might brush in the morning, if the planets are aligned just so and the toothbrush and toothpaste are jumping into his hands. I think he tries to brush maybe once a day.
Compare this lackadaisical dental hygiene approach to my own: while I am not a tartar vigilante, I like a good flossing at least every few days. I count while I brush, making tiny circles on all surfaces of my molars. I rinse with mouthwash that makes me cry. Yet when go to the dentist, they say something like, "See you in six months for your next cleaning... oh, and next week, the following week, a few weeks after that, and twice more in-between." They don't even tell me how many cavities I have.
And as Jonathan checked out last night, I heard them say, "See you in six months."
I waited...
I waited...
Nope, that's it. Six months. No cavities or problems whatsoever for this one.
*Sigh* I guess it's good that only one of us has a mouth that can unflinchingly eat up hundreds and thousands of dollars... Plus I get to log some hours in the massaging chair listening to my dentist sing along to light rock.
My husband once went over a week without brushing his teeth, in college, because (now this is his excuse, and not a good one) his toothbrush was all the way in the car in the R lot and just not worth it to go get.
I don't think I've ever seen him floss. Ever. We're talking over 9 years here.
And he's a nonchalant brusher. He might brush in the morning, if the planets are aligned just so and the toothbrush and toothpaste are jumping into his hands. I think he tries to brush maybe once a day.
Compare this lackadaisical dental hygiene approach to my own: while I am not a tartar vigilante, I like a good flossing at least every few days. I count while I brush, making tiny circles on all surfaces of my molars. I rinse with mouthwash that makes me cry. Yet when go to the dentist, they say something like, "See you in six months for your next cleaning... oh, and next week, the following week, a few weeks after that, and twice more in-between." They don't even tell me how many cavities I have.
And as Jonathan checked out last night, I heard them say, "See you in six months."
I waited...
I waited...
Nope, that's it. Six months. No cavities or problems whatsoever for this one.
*Sigh* I guess it's good that only one of us has a mouth that can unflinchingly eat up hundreds and thousands of dollars... Plus I get to log some hours in the massaging chair listening to my dentist sing along to light rock.
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BTW, in case you don't know who this is, I'm Jeannie, Jonathon's oldest cousin on the Overfield side and Missy's older sister. I'd love to find out your address if possible to send ya'll a Christmas card. Missy may have it. I can check with her.
Oh, and congratulations on the adorable new addition to your family. Please tell Jonathon I said hello.
I apologize on behalf of my gene pool. Dangit. I feel your pain better than maybe anybody.
Chin up tho: You've got an absolutely beautiful smile.
XOxo
You can email me at jajecoke@yahoo.com. Thanks so much! I hope you and Jonathon have a wonderful Christmas holiday together.
Teeth are genetic...it's a damn shame.
When I made the gigantic To-Do list before I moved here, 'go to the dentist' was the one that got crossed off without actually going...I hate it, always have, always will.
Your blog makes me giggle because I remember how manic you were about taking care of your dentures when they had braces on them...