I'm dreaming of dental bliss that I once had.

As a child, my teeth were perfect-o. Never a cavity. No toothaches. No worries about what I should or shouldn't eat or drink. My teeth grew so strong that when a batter line drove a softball into my face while I was on the pitcher's mound, I needed stitches in my lip but nothing happened to my teeth. I must have been great with the toothbrush, because I never had to floss and I always got a good review from the dentist.

But during the past few years, I've probably had an annual cavity or two and the dentist keeps telling me to brush better.

I'm using a prescription toothpaste, which I just used for the second time today, and I'm considering the purchase of an electrical brush, which the dentist says will improve the motion of the brush when it scrubs my teeth.

For whatever reason, I will not floss. 

I did, however, almost completely stop drinking pop, instead turning to bottled water and concentrated fruit juices. I've also upped the number of times I brush a day, as I alluded to earlier in this blog post.

Someday, I'll have those pearly whites in tiptop shape again. I don't think that day is far off.