Laughing gas… Yep… I was buzzing while sitting in the torture chamber. I had dreams of rocking chair people and marmalade pies. And, my mind was still drifting in and out of the high piercing sound of the dentist’s drill..What a combination.
The appointment seemed to go on and on…But the time was well spent while I deeply inhaled. And of course the possibility of keeping my teeth for a few more years…But was that the real reason I went? Well, of course 🙂
I floated on a cloud… Gee, the next appointment ain’t until January…That’s when my insurance fills up again… Guess I could always just get a few cans of whip cream… Nawww… It aint’ ALL that great after all…
