Hygienist Gone Mad
My husband's hygienist offered to take me, since a patient cancelled on her. I accepted and chuckled inside. This one was a wimp. Years ago, she cleaned my teeth like Glenda, the Good Witch.
Now, she must be menopausal. The woman was vicious. She started out with an ultrasonic piece of cleaning equipment that sounded like a drill. The noise is whirring in my head twelve hours later. I dug in, but ended up having a topical numbing applied and ear plugs inserted.
About halfway through, she stopped with the sandblaster and started with the conventional shovels and picks. OMG, she dug and scrapped. I'm surprised the enamel did chip.
One might ask, "How bad are your teeth?" My answer is look at this smile ;). Plus, my teeth are cleaned every three months, instead of the traditional six. So, what gives?
Turns out my husband put a bug in her ear. "She needs a periondontal cleaning."
"I can do that," she assured him. Now, he's whining about needing a tooth pulled. He he he. I put a bug in the dentist's ear.