Cleaning day. In the chair at 0800 and out the door at 0838.
And very little scraping-with-dental-picks, which gives me the heebie-jeebies (brrrrr). Mostly done ultrasonically. Cute young redheaded dental hygienist was a plus.
Other than a cavity of long standing in a far back, extremely awkward position that will probably necessitate the pulling (via dental surgery) of the tooth, and a needed crown the dentist keeps pestering me about, everything else looked good. Which makes me happy. My dentist is a personal friend as well as my friendly professional, but I still prefer not having his hands in my mouth manipulating sharp instruments. With any luck, most of that phase of my dental rehabilitation is over.
(Knocks on wood.)