October 13th, 2010

piranha - chomp.

Another day, another dentist visit.

I've been going to the same dentist office my entire life. Continuity is good and all, but sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for my dental hygienist, because this means she's been cleaning teeth for at least twenty-five years. That seems marginally depressing, especially since I remember her telling me a few years back that it wasn't something she'd really wanted to do.

But the good news is I haven't got any new cavities or problems with my teeth. As always, I could stand to brush a little better and floss more often, but basically my teeth are maintaining the status quo, and what more can you ask for? (Actually, considering one of my great recurring nightmares is losing all my teeth, this is blood good news.)