The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Go to your happy place


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.


So, yeah, this deep cleaning is the result of me not going to the dentist for a decade. It’s my own fault, and I deserve the discomfort. Oh well. At least I fared better than Homer.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

6 thoughts on “Go to your happy place

  1. I’ve been to the dentist every 6 months my whole life and I still have to have a GD root canal. I might as well just stop going for all the good it’s done me. On top of that, they can’t get me in for another month so in the meantime I get to take antiobiotics 4x a day and try my damnedest not to disturb the fucking thing. (Gonna stick it out for another day or so and then call them crying for some legit painkillers because…yeah. this is ridiculous.)

    • OMG. That is terrible!!!! I had a root canal last summer and it was not nearly as painful as the period leading up to the root canal. You need good drugs ASAP!

      • I know right?? He suggested I try to get by on naprox/ibuprofen, if not he’d call me in something stronger, and yeah, its been 24 hours and I need something stronger…Ooooh, not trying to hijack Sonia’s pity though. Let’s look back and Sonia’s adorably crooked face and remember why we’re here.

  2. I have not had a root canal … yet. My mouth is a big ol’ mess, so I’m doing all this dental work in stages. A few fillings, a deep cleaning, then another filling, then a crown … Ugh!

    Have you tried drinking excessively? Sometimes that makes me feel better.

    • I like drinking excessively with pills! #YAY. When I had my wisdom teeth pulled, they gassed me. I wish they’d do that for simple fillings and cleanings too. I’d pay extra. I don’t wanna be aware of ANYTHING.

  3. I have my bi-annual appt. tomorrow morning. At my last visit I was warned to do a better job of flossing or I might have to endure a “deep cleaning.” Hope my flossing was up to snuff or I’m doomed.

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