:mattLandia:

I hate going to the dentist. As a kid it was just your basic "mommy-don't-let-the-man-stick-metal-sticks-in-my-mouth" sort of fear, quickly cured by an apple green lollipop. However, when I was 14 or 15, I went to a sadist, I mean dentist, in Madrid who pulled a few of my teeth with his hands and NO DRUGS. He took out teeth and left horror in his wake. So believe me when I say, I hate going to the dentist.

No more! I have stepped into the sunny blue sky warmth of sedation dentistry! Yesterday I woke up at 7am, popped a few white pills and few blue pills, and had Zoe drive me to the dentist. Last thing I remember is a deep sniff of laughing gas and a smile.

I awoke hours later, minus two teeth (one dead, one wise), and a bakers dozen worth of white fillings. I looks like the dentist literally poured molten enamel down the micro canyons of each tooth. It really is a thing of beauty. The bloody gauze and swollen jaw I could really do without, but all in all, the most pleasant dental experience I have ever had. Incredibly, I SLEPT (more or less) through him having to crack my wisdom tooth into 5 pieces for extraction. This is totally the way to go.

So I'm spending the rest of the week sipping Frosty's, popping Vicodin, and waiting for the oozing holes in mouth to heal up. Decent.