I was in the dentist's chair waiting for the novocaine to kick in, thinking those pre-dentist thoughts.
- A tooth is going to break off as he's working on it.
- He is going to drill through my tooth all the way into my brain.
- The novocaine is going to wear off and I'm going to feel everything.
Then I said to myself, "Ellen, dumbass, you've been going to the dentist for years and none of those things have ever happened."
Well, that was before the novocaine wore off in the middle of the procedure.
If you are wondering, well, store this away for next time you are in the dentist's chair: when the drug wears off it doesn't hurt for long because you yank your entire body away immediately.
"Oh!" the dentist said, "Did you tooth say hello? We'll just give you a boost." Like a bump, or a hit: all the druggie slang. But that shot didn't take immediately, so my tooth said "Hello!" again, and we had to wait a while longer.
This time before he started again he said, "Now promise you won't take a swing at me."
I said, "I can't promise you that."
He was very delicate, tapping my tooth daintily with the drill about seven times before he put any muscle into it. It was over soon afterward, except for the drooling. I didn't get my face back for three hours after.
It will be interesting to see if I'll be more nervous next time or less.