I expected the dentist's chair to be more of a torture device than usual, but was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable I was. The only dicey part (apart from having my teeth scraped painfully and mercilessly, I know I already said that but it bears repeating, painful merciless scraping I tell you!) was when I had to sit up to rinse and spit. Dr. Goldstein helped me out by elevating the chair and slowly tipping me up to a semi-sitting postion, then handing me the cup of water. When I was done swishing, I had to aim and really spurt all the blood and mouthwash and water out, as I was still about six to eight inches from the basin. I didn't get ANY on me; by the end of the cleaning, I was really looking forward to the spitting.
I feel so much better now that my teeth are clean and white. The next thing on my list is a haircut, but I'm going to have to wait for the tonsorial adventure till I recover from this week's cab rides. And here's something I never thought I'd say, despite the (here it comes, get ready) merciless scraping, I'm quite sure that the experience at the hair salon, what with the shampooing and sitting upright for close to an hour, will be much worse than the dentist's.