As of, like, six months ago I hadn't been to a dentist in over five years. Long time. I had a number of random problems in my mouth, and significant but not advanced gum disease. There's the little thing they do with the ominous hooked instrument measuring how far into your gums they can stick a thin blunt object -- one to three millimeters is normal, four to six is gum disease, more than six they don't bother to measure and tell you you've got problems.
I went from four-to-six in most areas of my mouth to "three spots with a couple of fours each" in six months. That took me from definite periodontal disease to normal for an adult male (I couldn't tell you how females differ). At this point my mouth is generally in good shape, I've apparently got reasonable dental hygeine and the dentist's advice is "keep doing what you've been doing".
A few years ago I went on a "remedial life improvement" program. Nothing formal, just a decision on my part to get good at some stuff I was ignoring. My apartment is in good shape now. My teeth are in good shape now. My weight and fitness are quite reasonable, certainly by contrast. I've taken a bunch of classes and I'm anything but one-dimensional in conversation. Well, okay, in most conversations at least.
This ties into my earlier realization that I need to reconsider the direction of my life. I'm really mostly done with this one. I mean, the other day I was invited to a "nice casual" event and I even had something appropriate and slightly dressy to wear, at least if you ignored my sandals.
But what next? Do I retire and/or take up shuffleboard? Start a business? Pursue my abandoned dreams of becoming a muppet or an old Chinese man? Reinvent Hare Krishna as a bloodthirsty cult of assassins led by a God-Emperor? Knit?
I was gonna check out Brezsny to find out, but it's another day or two before the next horoscope comes out. I've even quoted the current one already in this journal.