Drill Baby, Drill!

It's a sad realization that I now enjoy the dentist. 30 minutes sitting in a recliner with music playing, no one asking me for anything more complicated than "open wider" (and nothing unexpected like pre-chewed Cheerios going in when I comply) along with and the gentle gum massage and the reassuring hum of the polisher providing a calming white noise? Yes please. It's like a session at the spa sans kids. Oh no, one of my fillings needs to replaced?! Starbucks and Pandora in a month, it's a date... err, I mean appointment.