Life of Wry

What a great morning. Been smug about it all day.  Went to the dentist and wow… superstar.

Brief background: I’d started using an electric toothbrush 6 months ago at Karen’s (dental assistant for life) urging.  Not the first time she’d suggested it, but the first time I actually thought I might, maybe, perhaps consider it.  I’ve always thought very highly of my teeth brushing technique, and just could not be convinced that I might possibly achieve a better outcome with a motorized toothbrush; seemed gimmicky.  She’s told me over the years, however, that, as rigorous a brusher as I am, I’m missing spots (I denied this). My excuse about its being ticklish finally seemed, even to me, sort of silly, so decided to try it.  Also, I couldn’t stand the thought I was missing spots. If true.

After a couple agonizing outings (tickly to the point of abuse), I actually got used to it, and, whoa, I liked it.  In fact, I REALLY liked it.  I got to looking forward to the teeth brushing parts of the day.. like, oh boy, time to go brush my teeth!

So, after a full six months with the electric brush, I’d been dying to see how I did.

And here it is:  No missed spots. No coffee, red wine or blueberry stains. Smooth and awesome. “You’re going to put me out of a job.” That’s a quote.  Karen says I’m the poster patient for successful toothbrush conversions.

Bonus:  One of the weirder things about our household is this ongoing dental hygiene competition.  We compare fillings, crowns, root canals (none yet), and my favorite: the depth of our pockets.  After 6 months with my super Sonicare device, my pockets have gone from “a lot of ones and twos, quite a few threes, and a few too many problematic fours,” to “mostly ones and twos, just a few threes, and maybe only one four.”  In six months. Beat that Jim!

So…  yep, smug and happy.

And the picture? That’s the view from the dentist chair.

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Postscript on Swim or Sink from yesterday:  Swam 45 laps (that’s 1125 yards, if that means anything to you).  Not without stopping, but still.  Had to do a few things I’ve never done: 1) breathe on my right side; 2) the back stroke; 3) wear a bathing cap as an adult.  But…it was okay, even though I took in a few gulps of water and had to splash away a cockroach that’d drifted into my lane.  I’m pretty certain I will not be able to raise my arms over my head by tomorrow morning.