I was able to start this week as so many people wish they could: a Monday 9 AM dentist appointment. Don't harbor any ill will towards me. Jealousy is so ugly.
It was simply to have my teeth cleaned, though. No needles or extractions or anything uncomfortable. Indeed the dental hygienist complimented me when the procedure was about halfway finished. "Are you doing okay, Mr. Cosgriff?"
"Mphh uhhh hmm uh huh," I answered. I mean, she had a small mirror, a pick of some sort, a water jet and a water vacuum in my mouth.
"Good, good," she responded. And then, as if to reassure me, "And you're not bleeding at all."
That was good news, considering that I had no expectations of blood from a mere cleaning. But I made it a point to be a particularly cooperative patient after that.
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