Rochester, NY
3:25 PM
It had been two years since I had sat in the reclining chair with the single, bright light staring down over me. The sounds of clean tools clanging about the metal table. The woman in the blue smock smiling and asking, “How have your teeth been?”
The dentist office freaks a lot of people out. I’ve never needed any major work, so I look at it as a different kind of salon. I instantly melt in the chair once they start scraping and buzzing. I used to like the gas they’d give me. If I lived in a place for a while, I’d build a repore with the office and sometimes get the gas even for a cleaning. Today wasn’t much different, minus the gas. With two years of build up, I was hopeful I was clean. I didn’t want to have to do cavity work or anything else for that maater. Just a scrape, the cleaning stuff, a floss, and out. And that’s how it worked out. No pain. Just mellow.
I have a writer’s meeting later today which I am looking forward to. I go with a new set of clean teeth.