The Lonesome Road

Picture this : A low chair, with great support for the neck and lower back. You are reclining on this relaxing and inviting seat. Faintly, you hear noises in the background talking about teeth, gums and whatnot. You decide to ignore all the background noise and just relax. Then someone asks you to lift your upper body and a plastic protector is placed over your chest. You fall back on the chair, content.

Then someone changes the script.

Out of nowhere comes a tube that is placed in your mouth. It seems to make all sorts of wierd, sucking noises and seems hell bent on removing the last drop of moisture from it’s location. Then a bright light shines in on your face - unforgiving and stark. You hear a voice that says - relax, this might just hurt a little.

Then the assault begins…

All you can hear is the high pitched whine of the ultrasonic drill as it makes an attack at your gum line and threatens to fill your mouth with water. The tube in your hand seems unable to keep up with the influx of water and you think you are about to choke. But somehow it never happens. Up, down, front and back - the war just keeps going. Then, mercifully, the drill moves out. Just when you feel relaxed, the second attack commences. It’s a long metal stick with a bend in one end. Very, very pointy. You can feel it move and catch as it trawls across your teeth. Finally, this intruder leaves…

At this stage, your mouth feels sore…. you just want to run away… But wait - there’s more. A liquid is applied over your teeth and then The Polisher makes an apperance. Moving across the surface of your teeeth at high speed, it makes them tingle - unpleasantly.

Finally you hear the words - Rinse please. Ah - the relief….

Yup - just had the second cleaning session on my teeth. My dentist did tell me this would hurt - and O boy - did it!

Anyway, am recovering right now. Later!