Once wasn’t enough, nope not for me. I had to, wanted to, have my roots planed a second time. This root planing stuff is the kind of deep cleaning that is required for those of us lucky enough to have gum disease – I wouldn’t trade it for a million dollars. I woke up this morning, couldn’t eat because I was so nervous, took a valium as prescribed by the dentist a half-hour before being delivered for my appointment, got connected to the gas after fifteen injections of painkiller, and sat back for four full hours of sound and fury only seen in horror films. Ahhh, the good life. Hey it’s not all bad, later we leave for Disneyland.
