|Not a tooth in sight|
What do you say as she puts on her coat, picks up her handbag and resolutely opens the door?
While she sits in the waiting room struggling with anticipation, the birds in the garden will still be unconcernedly raiding the feeders, hopping over the paving stones.
I say, "In an hour all this will be in your past."
Update: I was wrong about even that. Nothing serious, but follow up, more specialist treatment is required.