I went today for my annual teeth cleaning and general tooth check-up at the dentist, and was quickly reminded of why I don't like going to the dentist. It's bloody painful. Oops, I mean bloody and painful. You see, I, um, don't floss. And so my gums are really sensitive and are rather prone to bursting and spewing forth lots of blood. When I brush my teeth every day, it's rare to have a day that they don't bleed. As both of my parental units told me today, if only I flossed, my mouth wouldn't bleed as much. In fact, my dad even gave me a stirring speech about how not flossing would cause bacteria to infiltrate my gums and make my teeth rot from the root up. Anyway, it was very painful having my teeth cleaned, and all I could think of as I was lying there bleeding on the dentist was, "gosh, do I really have to do this every year for the rest of my life?". Nice thought. I think I probably lost about 2-3 tablespoons of blood (I'm serious). By the time I got out of the chair, my teeth and gums felt like they had been stabbed, poked, prodded, scraped and gouged, (which, incidentally, they had been). So, I guess my new New Year's resolution is to floss. I flossed tonight and bled more.
Which brings me to another thought. I think I've said this before, but as I was staring at all the blood on my finger, I was thinking about how much I love the colour of my blood. Is that weird? Maybe it is. But it's such a beautiful, rich, bright red! I love it.
Hmm, what else? This has been kind of a rambling little post. Hey, actually, what do you think about this kind of post? Do you like the random little posts about my cool (read: weird) life, or do you like the more formalized posts?