Yesterday I went to the dentist. It’s been two years since my last cleaning, so the guilt had built up to the point where I felt like I should go. I figured I’d have a mouthful of cavities, including several spilling out of my lips like drool or something, but as it turns out I don’t have any. Yay!
During the visit, the hygienist gave me the Standard Lecture on Flossing, which they’re required to memorize as part of Dental Hygienist School. I admitted that I only floss “occasionally”– although the fact that I floss at all is a big step up from, say, ten years ago.
After that uncomfortable conversation I couldn’t help but think of the classic Oatmeal comic called the Cycle of Flossing:
