Brushing Teeth

01:29.57 - Saturday 14th January 2006   (Link to This Entry)

I hate brushing my teeth. Every night I stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I won't gag, that I won't cough my guts up, and that this will all be over in a few minutes. It never works.

To get the required brushing time down I use an electric toothbrush - possibly the original one out of the Ark but that's only because I'm tight. No matter how I start, or how quickly I whip the thing around my gob, I always want to start retching. It's like some twisted Pavlovian reaction or something.

The situation is so bad that I'd rather not brush the damned things at all, and I confess that I have gone without brushing for days, even weeks at a time before now. Sadly that was all before M came on the scene, and since she won't kiss a mouth that smells like something died in it the brushing is pretty much mandatory.

I think I need me some hypnotherapy to get out of this "Toothbrush! Cough it out!" mindset. Sigh.