Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Perio de-bridement done.

Doesn't that just sound like the funnest thing to do on a Tuesday morning? Perio de-bridement. Translated for all you lay folks out there, that means "let's get every nook and cranny poked with a instrument sharp enough to scrape the white off of rice." "Oh and when we're done with that we'll go up-up-up -yes- w-a-y up under your gums and poke the sharp thing up there too."

In all, it wasn't so truth because of the nitrous. Whee. Except at one point where someone's child (who had been thoughtlessly left to wander around the office while negligent mom has her teeth worked on) decided to toddle in and stand 4 inches away from my face to watch. Oh yes, you know I said something..immediately. Nipped that annoyance right in the bud, thankyouverymuch.

So now I go back Thursday to start the real work. ppfftt.


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