I went in for my six-month cleaning today. And there were two things that struck me.
First of all, doctor-patient small talk is already awkward at the best of times. But it's one heck of a lot harder to chit chat when there are fingers and other implements occasionally in your mouth. It must be a kind of fine art for dentists and hygienists, to cut through the awkwardness of the situation with conversation, and yet manage to not force dialogue while they are in the middle of something in your mouth. No questions right before going in for the final floss, for instance. It truly is commendable.
And second, as my chair was returning to its upright position, I felt oddly...rested. That makes sense. I mean, we're talking about 30 to 45 minutes where the most demanding thing I was asked to do was this aforementioned chit chat. It's one of the few times when you can't multitask. Kind of hard to use your iPhone, watch TV or draft a blog post. Perhaps there's a slight uptick in blood pressure as I wait for a verdict on cavities, but really, it's a fairly relaxing break in the day.
And no, this completely random blog post was not brought to you by the remaining effects of laughing gas. I only went in for a cleaning, and my pearly whites passed their inspection.