I have noticed that I have fallen asleep so early in the evening so often lately that I have not brushed my teeth in at least a week ... maybe? Look, I'll admit, I have never been the most consistent nor mindful person when it comes to brushing my teeth. My parents nor Grandmother never emphasized it when I was young. I remember I was given this paper health "sheet" from school where you are supposed to write down all the times you brush your teeth, take a bath, eat an apple, etc. One night My Fucking Father was yelling at me for not brushing my teeth. At the time I had this sheet in front of me, and the row of crosses for the days I was supposed to brush were very few and far between.
They still are, even though I have had warnings about it. For example, the last time I went to the dentist I was warned that I have a cavity coming in. (Have I blogged about this already?) They said, however, there is a way to fight this: Brush regularly, concentrating in that area. I have tried doing that; after all, I don't want to lose a tooth. But I have fallen off the teeth-brushing wagon often, and this recent stretch certainly isn't helping.
Brushing my teeth often goes hand-in-hand with taking a shower. And until last (Saturday) night, when I finally had time after I just gotten home, I don't think I took a shower for days, if not a week. Back in the day, there were times where I would take only weekly showers. I miss those days -- really, I do. Less time wasted cleaning myself, eesh, and then I have to wait for my hair to dry, so I can't lie asleep ... God, I hate that. But now I understand it's ultimately good for me. Still, I reverted to my natural state this week: Unhygienic me. I'll sacrifice it for sleep, though. Every time.
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