It wasn’t that bad. Really, I’m not just saying that. The aromatherapy (sweet basil) helped. Plus my (new) hygienist is an angel. And I continue to be grateful that my parents drilled (so to speak) dental hygiene into me since birth (if not before). My teeth and gums were really not that bad considering it has been something like ten years since they were last scraped.
And what should I find in the mailbox on my return home but a small rectangular parcel (you know what that means!) from my cousin, who, unfortunately, is studying in France right now. Inside said parcel were (ironically) L’étranger by Albert Camus (en français, bien sûr), and a Moleskine! Fortuitous and fitting deserts for facing my dental demons.