For years now, I’ve been visiting a periodontist twice a year, over and above my normal dentist visits. Please don’t get me wrong: he’s a great doctor, and I love the staff. Even so, let’s just say that I don’t wake up on Visit Day and yell, “WOW! I get to go get my gums checked today!”

For even more years, I’ve been fond of considering awful things that happened and evaluating their severity by whether I’d rather endure The Awful Event or have my gums scraped. Once I met my awesome periodontist, that turn of phrase ceased to be a hypothetical construct and became an Actual Thing.

I’m gonna go ahead and call this one. Most of today was just a gawdawful disaster: technologically, work-wise, you name it. The besst thing about today was visiting the very nice periodontist office and getting my gums scraped.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014