Have you ever done something your entire life only to find out it was a waste of time because you were doing it all wrong? This is Nathan’s story about how his first cavity was caused by his faithful flossing fiasco. I’m giving you the whole story so hopefully you can save yourself some cavities and wasted time from improper flossing.
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He’s a straight-up guy, my husband. He does what he’s supposed to. Skip brushing your teeth because you’re tired? Um, no? Eat a cupcake because you’re mad? Why? Turn off the air conditioner before turning off your car? Most definitely. This guy does almost his entire life by. the. book. And I love him for it. Usually.
And so he flosses his teeth. I’ll be honest. I’m not a very good flosser. I know it’s really good, but it really hurts because the floss always gets stuck and then goes full force into my gums. My mouth is really small. Just literally, though.
So he flosses. I don’t (usually) floss. But, at least I know how to floss properly. I always assumed he did, too. Since he’s such a flossing pro, afterall.
Turns out his entire flossing life has been a lie. He officially has 3 cavities! Gasp with me now! gasp! Mr. Flosser has 3 cavities. Where you ask? Right where it would count if he was an actual flosser.
Did you know you’re supposed to floss around your tooth? If your gums were a mountain that comes to a peak between your teeth, the floss should slide all the way down the mountain on both sides. To almost the center of the bottom of your tooth. On every tooth.
The dentist lies to me and says it doesn’t take very long, but just getting that floss wrapped around my fingers without it unwinding or turning them blue takes me a little while. So, when I do floss, I use the pick kinds. It really helps with my crazy close together teeth. And it makes it go faster. But that’s a lot of teeth and a lot of…floss-es.
You probably shouldn’t listen to me, though. Because, even though I’m married to Mr. Flosser, I’m not a Mrs. Flosser. And apparently, he isn’t, either.
But that is) the proper way to floss, in case your entire flossing life has been a lie like Mr. Flosser’s.