Say “Ahh!”

I never used to like dentists. They meant pain, drills, and hooked metal instruments that look like they have no place in an oral cavity.

So there I was, waiting for about half an hour. Interesting characters you encounter in waiting rooms. There was this one guy who smelled sickeningly sweet… sort of like those pens with perfumed ink. And one lady kept dabbing her eyes with a tissue and clicking on one of those little metal counters.

Anyhoo, my turn came up and I went in. Dentist lady was really sweet and all, and asked me all sorts of questions. I told her about the broken filling and she said she’d take care of it another time, and that this time was just teeth cleaning. Or tooth scaling, to be exact.

The thing sounded pretty screechy. Something to do with sonics, I think. Didn’t ask how it works, but possibly uses concentrated sound waves to break plaque? I dunno. But hell, it was like I had an insane miniature banshee in my mouth.

After the sonic ordeal, dentist lady told me that I had bled a lot, and that it was an indication of unhealthy gums. When I spit, it was like haemophiliacs anonymous.

Dear lord, the blood.

My next appointment is on the 9th. Something to look forward to, eh? And incidentally, Higglytown Heroes is on and today’s hero is a dentist. It’s a sign! Of what, I don’t know.