On Tuesday we went to the dentist for cleanings. I was sooo excited. No really. I was super excited. I haven't been to the dentist since late 2007 or early 2008 when I went back to school and hence lost my dental insurance. I try to brush twice a day (especially at night) and floss once a day but sometimes it just doesn't happen. So I was nervous that I would have cavities but anxious to get in and be seen to stop them before they got bad.
No cavities! My dentist oo'd and ahhh'd over my teeth and was surprised I hadn't been seen in 4 years. Kevin also had a clean bill of health. It's been a year for him, instead of the usual 6 months because, well, he was too busy dating someone to go into the dentist.
I have to admit that some of my good oral health (or most of it) is due to good genetics. My parents both have great teeth.
So now my teeth are all clean and feel GREAT! I love going to the dentist. I "blame" all of this on my dentist, Dr. Mark, that took care of my teeth from the time I was 3 until I was I was about 22. He was amazing.
Also, please forgive the poor writing of my recent posts. I haven't taken the time to write them well, figuring that you'd rather hear from me than read a once-in-a-blue-moon post that has been well written. So these are all admittedly more stream-of-consciousness than I would prefer. But at least they're written.
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