Not that anyone cares, but I’ve had three dental cleanings in the past three days, with one more “sometime soon”.

The deal is that I went to a dentist to finish up some stuff I started back in fourth grade, and while I’m at it get things looking pretty. So they did a “normal cleaning,” and told me it wasn’t quite good enough; they had to do a “Deep Cleaning”. They said this in an ominous voice, and the clouds shifted and the vultures started crying.

Each session is 1 hour, and covers 1/4 of the mouth. They use machine guns and jack-hammers to do the tricky stuff, so out comes the novocane*. The first Deep Cleaning session I had was actually two sessions, so about two hours.

So, needless to say, I feel like I’ve been gnawing on concrete all afternoon. 3/4 of my teesh are sparkling, though.

* Or whatever it is that they use these days.