Why, maybe I *will* floss...
I had a dentist appointment earlier this week. It was a routine cleaning, so the night before, I flossed extra hard, trying to make up for six months of neglect. Sizing up my bloody gums in the mirror, I realized it was too little, too late. Sigh.
This isn’t new turf for me. I get The Lecture every six months like clockwork; I’m convinced dental hygenists take a course titled, “Guilt: The Most Powerful Dental Tool.”
I’ve gone to great lengths to avoid The Lecture, and thought I had recently stumbled upon the best technique ever, until it resulted in my being called a “mouth-breather.”
This time, realizing that — yet again! — my gums would turn on me faster than a mafia rat, I decided to have my story ready. My eyes traveled around my bathroom. What could I blame for excessive bleeding?
Then my eyes spotted it: baby aspirin. JACKPOT!
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