Oh My God! Like Gag Me with a.... Fluoride Tray?

Throughout my 30 years on this planet I have yet to meet anyone who didn't mind a trip to the dentist. It's one of those things that you hate as a child, but assume it will improve when you grow up. Nope.

There's nothing like having you teeth and gums poked and prodded, and being told that your brushing and flossing skills are less than mediocre. But the thing I hate most about the dentist? The fluoride. Sure it's only a few minutes, twice a year, but it's still one of the most horrible things. I hate the taste (even though it has somewhat improved over the years), and I just feel like gagging.

I thought I had an out. A couple of years ago I was told I have fluorosis. A condition of having too much fluoride in your system, making your teeth pretty much indestructible, but at the cost of having plaque like build-up on your teeth, that doesn't come off.

I got this condition because I was fed a small drop of fluoride every morning as a child (a very popular thing to do in the 70's and 80's); along with my Flintstone vitamin. And, until recently, Vancouver put fluoride into the water system, and I drink Vancouver tap water by the gallon. So, one would think that I would no longer need fluoride. Nope. I still have to endure those icky trays, and long, gagging minutes twice a year.