Flossing

There is something unsettling about pulling string down between your teeth & then yanking it back up again. It doesn’t just slide down. It fits into a groove where your teeth touch together & then, as you pull down, it “pops” the rest of the way into your gum. Ugh. Pulling the floss back up isn’t any more pleasant. If you are like me you spend half the time wondering how this can’t be bad for your chompers.

Apparently it’s the best thing you can do. “Only floss the ones you want to keep” my dentist tells me. Another hygenist friend of mine tells me that if you were stranded on a desert island it would be preferable to have dental floss rather than a toothbrush and toothpaste. I’d agree, but I’m thinking I could use the floss for fishing line…otherwise I find it hard to believe.

Anyway, for the last 6 months I’ve been flossing daily. My dentist has always told me to floss and I always mean to, but it’s just so…ugh! I don’t know what has changed since my last cleaning, but apparently the switch has been flipped. We recently ran out of floss and I couldn’t go to sleep until I found some. I was pretty close to digging through the trash to find one of Kristan’s old lines of floss.

Yuck.