Bad Breath

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Are you ready to lose your bad breath paranoia in social or work situations, and share intimate, sensual kisses with your lover without bad breath ruining the moment for you both?

Although we have never met before, I believe we both grudgingly share a pretty awful affinity. It is a problem which plagues us every day of our lives, yet until now, there appeared to be absolutely no hope for us ‘” even my own doctor told me I should ‘forget it and live my life’… Imagine that?

And these aren’t only from my experiences, but also the experiences of others who I have talked to over the course of many years. Do any of the above feelings or experiences feel familiar to you? I’m guessing so. Now, read on…

You know, before I discovered what eventually cured me, I became an obsessive expert on bad breath to the point I feel I could’ve rightly claimed the title Professor. In fact, my ‘unofficial doctorate’ course on the subject probably lasted longer than any official doctorate course would’ve by far…

Over 9 nightmarish years I tried countless methods of freshening my breath. So much so that, statistically, I’m pretty astounded that not one of these methods provided any worthwhile results.

The amount of dollars I sank into all of the above in 9 years makes me feel a little sick I have to tell you, so I don’t want to dwell on that too much, but suffice to say, it was tens of thousands of dollars without a doubt… and the amount of time I also wasted? Jail would’ve been time better spent…

And that isn’t everything I tried, either. Because I was so desperate for a cure I tried some of the most stupid and outlandish ideas ever invented (some of which are too embarrassing to talk about!)… needless to say laughter or embarrassment at the silliness of these methods I tried didn’t cure my bad breath, either…

While my flat-out failure to achieve any worthwhile improvements by using prescribed or commercial cures disappointed me at the time, I soon began digging deeper into the murky and smelly world of bad breath to uncover many little-known facts which soon formed the pieces of the jigsaw I eventually completed.

And not only this, but I also uncovered some pretty depressing statistics on bad breath sufferers which I think were worth re-publishing here for you…

Alright, enough of that, I know you want to get down to the nitty-gritty and I’m dying to tell you. So, let me ask you the most important question of your life…

My name is Bob Howard, a pretty unremarkable 47 year old guy who once struggled ‘” fairly unsuccessfully ‘” to keep a devastating secret from the world: my breath stank revolting. In my office where I worked, the air would soon fill up with the aroma of my breath and people would be checking their shoes for dog stools. In fact, I spent so much time talking with my mouth nearly shut, it wouldn’t surprise me if people took me for a practicing ventriloquist… Think I’m kidding? Oh boy, you don’t know the half of it…

At 36, without warning, my breath began its rapid ascent towards record-breaking foulness, and there seemed to be very little I could do about it… Nor did there seem to be any reasons, obvious or otherwise, to why this was occurring.

It was a bit of a joke at first, but after one experience whilst on a date, the ramifications of having such lethal breath finally hit home to me: my life was never going to be the same, or as happy, again.

As a bachelor at 36, I’d never been overly attractive, so when I developed bad breath I saw my chances of finding love plummet beyond all salvation. To say it was a blow to my esteem, confidence and happiness is a gross understatement: It literally devastated my life…

I tried to keep up appearances for the people who knew me, but deep down inside I was crying. It’s a little hard to explain exactly how I felt, but without being dramatic the entire thing made me feel subhuman, and feeling normal is something I’ll never take for granted again…

Every day before leaving for work I would spend almost 30 minutes of my life trying desperately to flush out as much of the awful smell in my breath as I could, before setting off and purchasing a few dollars worth of mints and gum to see me through the day. Yes, that was my daily ritual ‘” for an entire 9 years…

And it didn’t stop there. Whilst at work I would chew my way through mints like I had an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, even taking my toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash with me and using it several times a day to not-so devastating effect.

Meanwhile I would visit my doctor’s office to see if there was anything he could do for me, or any clinical trials I could be involved in or anything at all to improve my quality of life, no matter how slim the chances…

Great… so if I wasn’t going to get any help from the medical profession, then that just left me and me alone. But I wasn’t going to give up, not yet…

For the best part of 7 years my mouth endured activity to belittle a military testing zone. Methodically and painstakingly I bombed my mouth with everything I could get my hands on or legally concoct, logging down any results I noticed.

And while my bachelorhood permitted me, and my desperation drove me, I continued trying everything I could get my hands on, and while I found a few things which eventually played a part in the bigger picture, the results were a little grim.

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