False alarm

I had my "let's make sure we drilled the right tooth" appointment with my dentist today, and I am glad to report that he did get the right tooth, despite the notes made during the original checkup. My biggest question (after the obvious) was, why did I have to be here? I sat in the chair, even had the paper bib on, but all he did was look at the x-ray and decree that #29 was fine. Brush, floss, rinse, and we'll see you in six months.