Dentist

I had to go to the dentist this afternoon. Turned out I was in the chair for two hours. For someone like me who’s pretty squirmey to begin with, being confined in a chair for two hours was near torture – without any dental work happening.

Fortunately, my dentist and I have an understanding about dental work – I don’t do pain, I do drugs. Please, bring them on. In quantity. A variety, please.

Today I had a shot to numb me so he could work on a tooth that has had a root canal. Yes, that’s right – a tooth that has no nerve left. You do it your way, I’ll do it mine.

Of course, four hours since I left the dental chair I’m still numb in places, but it’s a small price to pay for two hours in the chair with absolutely no pain.

I’ve had a lot of dental work done. When I was a kid, my childhood dentist’s theory was, “dental work is painful… you just have to buck up.” Screw you, you old sadist. Thank goodness, today we have better living through chemicals. And I have a dentist more than willing to administer them.