AAAAaaahhhh at the Dentist.
After my tongue discovered a rough crevice on a back molar this weekend, I made the dreaded appointment to see the profession most associated with suicide. I got to my dentist (the best one I have experienced) and he said, "Oh you have a hole in your tooth, doesn't that give you any pain, it looks like it should hurt, we may need to do a root canal." Hmm I thought, "Yes, I felt the hole, no it doesn't give me pain and thank you for telling me that it looks so bad I should be doubled over holding my face." I told him I didn't want any play by play commentary and just do his best and let me know at the end how things went. After a topical numb-er and 2 shots of novocaine, i felt only pressure. When i felt the nerve, I opened my eyes (like the guy in Star wars when the Millennium Falcon lands on the sky city landing pad), and Dr. Daniels detected I needed another shot coupled with more topical on the nerve he was medicating/extracting. My whole body sat t