First off, I goofed. I'd intended to post it with comments turned off. Oh well. I went to the dentist to have a filling replaced. I have a terrible fear of going to the dentist.
No, that's not quite right. I have a terrible, irrational fear of getting fillings.
No, that's not quite right either. I have a terrible, all-consuming, brain-ceases-to-function terror of the 20 seconds while I'm getting the novocaine shot. Fortunately they do that first, so the rest of the procedure- the part where they're actually drilling into my head, smoke is coming out of my mouth, and angry mechanical noises are reverberating through my skull so loudly that my field of vision vibrates- is a cake walk by comparison. (For the record, angry mechanical noises coming from inside my head are strange only because they're angry. Usually the mechanical noises in my head are happy ones.)
I've always been petrified by needles in my mouth. The fact that I was able to sleep last night shows that I've made significant improvement in that regard. As a kid I'd start feeling sick days beforehand. I suspect that it's due in part to the fact that my first few experiences with novocaine were without the benefit of a topical anesthetic.
This dentist is awesome by the way, and his assistant is my new best friend. I didn't (couldn't) hide my apprehension at all, so she hooked me up with a hungry-man helping of the topical anesthetic goo, and when the dentist was delayed a bit she even gave me a little second helping. <3 <3 <3
After The Shot my panic drained out of me faster than I was afraid my pee was going to, and everything went smoothly. I asked the assistant how long the procedure would take, and she said that the dentist was usually pretty quick, so the whole thing would only take a half hour or so. In actuality, from the time he walked in begin until I stood up to rinse my mouth was almost exactly 15 minutes. Damn.
Oh, and as if I needed validation that I married the perfect woman, femetal sent me an SMS message suggesting that I pretend that the needle was the Gom Jabbar. She did this without having read my last post. :-)
Side note: Someone really needs to write a Jabber client called "Gom Jabber". ;-)
Note on my side: The left side of my face is still mostly numb. When I smirk I look like Billy Idol, and I can only wiggle the right half of my nose. :-)