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Lessons from my Dentist
by Becky Brett
Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008
I floss. Really. I do. Just not every single day. And now? My bad habit of flossing only several times a week has caught up to me. It couldn’t possibly be liver disease from my championship drinking season. Or cholesterol from adding Oreos as the fifth food group to my diet. Nope. It’s sporadic flossing.
Ugh.
Now I can’t feel half of my face, and the part that I can feel aches like I’ve been punched repeatedly. Plus, I’m starving. My appointment was at 9am and I didn’t eat anything before going. I’m hungry, my face hurts and the combination means I’m having trouble thinking straight.
The part of me that is still able to think, though, is guessing there must be a lesson in here somewhere. I mean, why suffer so if I’m not going to learn anything from it, right? Perhaps it’s a lesson about doing things halfway. Had I flossed Every. Single. Day. Like my dentist told me to, I would be munching on chips and guacamole right now instead of a popsicle. How many other things do I do inconsistently or just enough to get by? How many other tasks fall into this flossing-exercising-eating vegetables category?
As I pop some more Advil and cut open another Flav-Vor-Ice, I wonder if it would hurt more to do everything I say I’ll do, or to do only enough of what I say I’ll do. In any case, I think I’ll start with the daily flossing. For real this time. And when I can feel the other half of my face enough to get some real food, I'll figure out the rest.
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