Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . .

My lovely love, Chris Moody, came in today.  My patient texted me at 9:30am, saying she had the stomach flu.  Not her fault, not her being irresponsible, just good ol' life.  So . . . Chris came in.

I look forward to cleaning family members' teeth and talking with them and spending time together, so when I get to do that it is the best of times.  When it is over and I don't get to do it for another 6 months, it is the worst of times.

My goal for next time is . . . to REMOVE ALL CALCULUS ON #22-27, AS IF MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.  (it does right?)