Is it bad when the dentist’s office has become a place of tranquility and rest for me?
This morning, I spent an hour in the dentist’s chair having a cavity refilled. Something was up with a filling my dentist had done a few months ago, so he sweetly and apologetically shot me up with novocaine and drilled away once again.
Me? Well, I lounged on back and stared at the seaside mural adorning the walls. People magazine in hand and soothing music in the background, I reassured my dentist and hygienist that I was viewing this as a mini vacation.
The dentist gazed at me like I had gone mad. Maybe I have.