I just had a cleaning today. If I have to have actual work done, at least he's kind enough to give me halcyon.
But a cleaning it still was, like having my teeth drug across a chalkboard, like chewing on aluminum foil, like drinking orange juice after brushing your teef.
I love my dentist and having my teeth cleaned. When they scrape around the gum line, it's like the best massage ever. The last dentist I used was a sadistic jerk. These days, the worst part of having work done is holding my mouth open. I had a root canal last year. I didn't feel a thing!
ETA: Vocabulary confusion. I've been reading math all day.