If one can tune out the whirring of the drills and slurping of the suction, is there a more serene seat than the dentist’s chair?
I know you may think I’m being sarcastic here, but seriously, after 2 hours in the chair this morning to have a filling removed and a temporary crown put in, I am feeling mighty relaxed. And I think I know why.
It was 2 hours of no expectation of me to participate in conversation. No chit chat, no small talk, just “Grunt if you’re in pain,” and “Here, let me wipe that drool for you” while I’m thinking, “I drooled? Dude, I can’t feel a thing.”
And lest you think this is just the lingering effects of nitrous oxide, I still haven’t had that pleasure. I was only under a local, which is finally beginning to wear off 3 hours later.
While in the chair, I closed my eyes and watched my favorite parts of various Jane Austen adaptations. I originally tried to watch Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog, but that made me giggle and giggling is not good when 2 people have their hands in your mouth with various sharp and whirring instruments.
On a totally unrelated topic, I watch Michel Gondry’s The Science of Sleep last night. I definitely enjoyed this film. It wasn’t as good as Eternal Sunshine, but it was very very interesting. I put down the knitting to watch and that’s saying a lot! I can’t wait to hear what Heather has to say about it after I take it to her place.
Remaining Netflix: Bleak House: Disc 1 (guess what I’ll be watching this weekend)