The Gentle Art of Dental Arts
so i finally tried laughing gas. at the long dreaded dentist. started to time travel, like near death, and maybe hallucinate a little, so my brain just said "think of it as a peyote ceremony." huh? never had that either.
the dentist behind my head seemed anti-social. so i looked on YELP when i got home to read his reviews. one said, "this man either hates his job or all mankind." ayeee!
figures, after the months of dread i'd get "mr. charm" assigned to me by insurance. but laughing gas helps, inspite of a hangover later.
"see you in two weeks for the other side," he said and walked out.
i have two weeks to find a new dentist, or else...what? medical marijuana? peyote?
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p. s. i also got on Twitter but still have no idea what i'm doing there...
I once had a dentist who was mr nice guy all sweetness and light did not make the experience any better. The last two problem teeth I have had I have removed myself. You see I know I am a nice guy and would not hurt myself. LOL
you wold not hurt anyone, dear ralph
"this man either hates his job or all mankind." lol!!!
hehehehehe!
Heh, that's too bad about your dentist. Still, at least the laughing gas helped you out, right? It feels a bit trippy, but the sedation takes the edge off the procedure.
-Eddie Storms
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