"Is this okay?" asks the dental hygienist. "Yeah, has to be," I say. "Really? If it's uncomfortable I can try to adjust..."
I'm lying head-down against her chest on a leather chair, shrimp on one side of my mouth while she holds a sandblaster in my teeth. What kind of "okay" are we talking about?
Here I am - a 44-year-old who can read Kant but doesn't know whether to say 'it hurts' when physically helpless. 🦷😅