Pusher with a degree
Going to the dentist is one of the most feared occurrences in my life. I'm never doing anything right. No matter what you say you are doing, it is never enough. If your dentist asks me how often I brush, I'll say "Twice a day, every day, no matter what," with a proud smile. He'll come back with "Hmm... you know, you should be brushing on your lunch hour. You do have sinks at work, yes? And then maybe once on the commute home. Yes, that would really help." So, anticipating his tactics, when he asks me how often I floss, I'll say "Umm... (here I'm thinking)... about 8 times a second." At this point he gets flustered and sticks his hands further in my mouth so that he won't understand what I'm saying from now on. Then he'll say, "Well, we're recommending now that people floss at least 15 times a second." It's just a game to these people. By the time I'm 40, I'll be brushing my teeth in between each breath and I'll be swooshing around Listerine that comes into my mouth in a constant stream from a straw coming out of one of those backpacks that mountain climbers have for water. Wow, that last sentence really had a lot of prepositions.
What is going on in the toothcare industry? I feel like a caveman with this technology. The only recent breakthroughs in this area are cosmetic (make your teeth so bright that passersby are blinded!). Other than that, I'm still just a short technological distance from moving a stick back and forth across my teeth. There has to have been inventions that make toothcare easier, but I bet they are being held down by the giants in the toothbrush industry. I bet there is a pill you could take once, when you are an infant, and never have to worry about your teeth. But dentists and toothbrush manufacturers are worried about their precious jobs.
Posted by mill1991 at November 22, 2004 10:58 AM
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