Gin. Knitting. Monkeys. What more could you ask for?!

28 September 2007

"Nrrrrrrrrrrrrg. GLACK!" I said, frantically waiving my right hand like a drowning man.

"Oh, are you okay?" She asked, completely oblivious. Fortunately, she had the insight to take a break from shoving 2" needles up into my gums.


"Oh, do you want some suction?"

No, of course not. I'm completely enjoying the feeling of bitter isopropyl alcohol pooling in my throat. And since you have me at a 45° angle toward the floor, my nasal passages are completely blocked.

When was the last time someone died in the chair at the endodontist's office?


At 12:12 PM, Blogger Ellen Bloom said...

Ugh! Although I love my dentist as a human being, I too hate being in that chair, helpless and gulping for breath! I sympathize.


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