I've often wondered why, in the age of flouride-enriched water, people still go to the dentist. In my case, it's because my wife said "We have dental coverage and you need to go." Case closed, I suppose. Anyway, I've always equated dentistry with medieval style torture chambers, replete with metal instruments of varying size intended to poke and prod some of the more sensitive areas of the body in a successful effort to shame you into submission. I always come back swearing that this time, I'll brush three times every day and floss twice.
At the very least, the dentist who saw me this morning was a young person who didn't try to talk to me about some TV show in which vampires and zombies travel through time fighting crime. She actually asked me about my daughter while she attacked my gums with a metal hook. But the good news...great teeth. Again. Any thoughts, let me know!
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