This will be me tomorrow. No, not the masked bandit inflicting pain and making off with my hard-earned cash, but the prone victim, terror-struck, frozen in place in hopes that her attacker will get bored and go away.
It’s been, oh, a while since I last sat in The Chair. I’ve heard rumours about a wonderful new invention called the ultrasonic scaler, but I’ll believe when I see it. Luckily I’m not prone to cavities (I have zero fillings…today) but the vigorous scraping my teeth always need will be bad enough.
I’ve been preparing with diligent flossing and even more diligent denial, but the latter is starting to fail me now. It looks like it’s going to be a white knuckle ride, but that will make the high of surviving my dental ordeal that much higher. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.