The Dentist

I haven't seen my dentist for so long... now I can't go a week without seeing him. He's a great dentist... and always the model of consideration and politeness. Makes me want to be like him. Today we had two major projects and lots of numbing stuff. By the time we started on the second, most of the numbing stuff had worn off. One single "argh" and the needle was back. Then of course I suffered the wrath of numbing stuff until 12:30 or so. It still feels a little goofy. Spent over an hour with my mouth open. That's plenty. Still, it must be done. The thing that surprised me most is that I actually found myself becoming physically ill by the sound of the drill. Not the tiny and fast drill, but the big, round and slow one. I thought if I passed out, I wouldn't be able to hear it. No such luck. The dentist did what he had to do and he always tells me what he is going to do. Good thing.