Yeah, so, I went to the dentist yesterday for a deep cleaning.
Well, half a deep cleaning. The process is so awful that they drag it out over two appointments. So, I had a deep cleaning on the right side, and next month I will get presumably get the left side done, unless the dentist screws up and does the right side again or something. I’m not really looking forward to it.
The dentist numbed the right side of my face, so I couldn’t really feel anything throughout the process, but the noise is awful. It’s this terrible screeching and scraping. There’s water spraying everywhere and a suction hose coming out of my mouth. Ugh. It made my entire body tense up, stiff as a board. I closed my eyes, and I tried to go to a happy place.
I was a little surprised at what my happy place turned out to be. Two years ago, my happy place probably would have been me drinking a beer in a sun or walking the streets of Paris with my mighty, mighty good man David. Now, I envisioned myself sitting in my rocking chair with The Boy on my lap, while David reads Calvin his favorite bedtime stories with Homer sitting on his lap. This is my happy place now.
I know, right? I’m getting soft.
Obviously, the deep cleaning is not my idea of a good time. I’m grateful that the dentist numbed up my mouth; however, the right side of my face was numb for hours! I took a photo of my crooked, numb smile for your amusement and because I love to embarrass myself on the internet.