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he told me i might feel a tingle in my finger tips, that was how i would know the nitrous oxide was working. ten minutes had passed, no tingle, not working.
it was intended to relax me, instead i grew more tense fearing he would begin working on my teeth under the assumption that the laughing gas had dulled my senses. i feared he was a hack and would begin drilling the wrong tooth.
he returned to the room, "are we ready to begin?" the dentist asked.
"um, i don't think the gas is working"
"sure it is, you just don't know it" he replied confidently."i'll check the tanks if it will make you feel better...oh my gosh your right, the tank is empty." he replaced it, and told me he would return in 10 minutes to begin.
five minutes later i concluded this guy was the worst dentist in the world. new tank and still no tingle in my fingers. i decided to and leave, my nimble brain dispatched a message to the fingers of my right hand to remove the gas mask. the message left my brain at light speed but slowed to nearly a stop as it slogged through dense, heavy, meat. when the fingers finally got the message, they fought an invisible weight just to lift them from the arm rest. the tingle was incredible. i started giggling uncontrollably and could not stop.
the sober part of my brain was telling the drunk brain to stop laughing, the dentist would think I was a retard for sure. drunk brain just laughed at sober brain. i think the nitrous oxide was working.
Posted by griff at October 01, 2002 09:07 AM