Digital Dental Threats
I am slowly becoming dumber.
Right at this moment.
Right as I sit here, I feel brain cells groaning in defeat, falling on my mental floor in a dazed stupor. If this post sucks, I do apologize. Blame my dentist.
I have a dentist appointment in an hour. And by order of my dentist, I am required to take Halcion. I used to get Nitrous. That glorious gas of happiness. I loved the Star Wars-esque mask that they would place over my nose and fill my lungs with peace and noxious lullabies.
That worked for a few years. A few glorious drunk-on-nitrous bi-yearly visits to the dentist. Eventually, my body rebelled against paltry low doses. I started to require higher and higher doses to feel even a smidgen of peace. The high doses left me feeling nauseated for three days at a time. Hard stop on that method.
Now, lest you think I’m a crazy screamer or emotional wreck at the dentist. Let me assure you.
I am not.
I’m more like an adorably vicious dog who bites off fingers and limbs without warning.