CALL ME SNAKE

It’s not often you experience two firsts on the same visit to the dentists. First I had a dental hygienist who was quiet. Almost every other one I can remember was a compulsive talk (I thought it was a job requirement) and having a quiet one was hard to get used to.

The second thing that happened might have been related to the first. I feel asleep in the dentist’s chair for the first time and only woke up when the hygienest jabbed me in the lip with some plaque-removing implement. You might say I had it coming, dozing off like that in the middle of my cleaning. But in my defense, it was quiet–eerily so–during the procedure. Plus the lights they had on were so bright I had to keep my eyes shut. And then nature took its course, as it inevitably does. Which means that I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of people fall asleep on the dentist’s chair and live to tell about it.