I just got back from the dentist after having one of those deep cleaning things done to the entire right half of my head. I say deep because from the sound of it, I'm pretty sure they removed some of the foundation of the building and from the looks of it, she pulled enough mortar/tartar out from between my teeth to assemble a chimney with.
Jesus GOD! The scraping! She also used one of those ultrasonic thingamabobs that goes down to the root of your teef. While that is quieter, it has a more sininster, high-pitched squeal, like she's just unleashed a pocketful of weasel-droids in my mouth. She probably did. I was so loaded up on novacaine that she could have replaced my teeth with pennies for all I know. Which probably would have been a better idea in the first place.
It was noisy, scrapey, long and christ, did I mention it was it bloody? I thought I was in Sweeney Todd. She got to wear a biohazard face mask, while mine was left looking like I just walked away from a car crash. Granted my face already looked like I walked away from a car crash, but add more blood and an even droopier lip.
But my teeth are clean, right?
Now the numb has started to wear off and the dull ache of defeat has set in.
Remind me again why going to the dentist is good for you?