Femi's Persistent Worry
Femi was a creature of habit, especially when it came to her evening routine. After a long day at her design studio in Austin, unwinding with a podcast and a meticulous floss session was non-negotiable. Lately, however, her steadfast routine had been marred by a troubling observation: her gums were bleeding. It wasn't every time, but enough to make her pause and peer closely in the mirror, a knot of worry tightening in her stomach.
She’d always prided herself on her oral hygiene. Twice-daily brushing, regular flossing – she did everything "by the book." So, this recurring pink tinge in the sink felt like a betrayal. "Am I doing something wrong?" she wondered, remembering countless dental visits where everyone lauded her excellent home care.
The bleeding wasn't painful, which almost made it more confusing. No sharp, searing sensation, just that tell-tale hint of blood. She knew deep down that healthy gums shouldn't bleed, but the "why" eluded her, planting a seed of genuine concern about what might be going on beneath the surface.












