while whacked out on anesthesia

dental visits have become so frequent for me of late that my dentist has labeled me a junkie. this due to my tendency to enjoy being given injections that would, if not send me off to la-la-land, at least numb me to pain located so near what's left of my poor brain that i can actually hear my brain screeching in agony.

and, may i ask, why should i not jump at the opportunity to feel no pain? the sound of the little drill thing as it bores its way into your mouth is enough to torture you, considering this is a thing that can make holes in solid things and is dangerously too close to your skull. this thing can slip and, you know, make you bleed.

though i think they're really marveling at the fact that i don't seem too scared about receiving injections.

well, i have harbored doubts about people with no medical degree injecting things into my veins that paralyze part of my jaw. more than once i have panicked the thought of never being able to eat without food coming out of the paralyzed side. but tiny pricking pain versus unceasing torment? hello? obvious choice.

in any case, this pain apparently will be nothing compared to the pain i will be feeling come june, when the s-and-m like torture device also known as braces will be surgically grafted-haha i'm high on hyperbole today- onto my teeth. for a year and a half my life, aka my eating habits, will be dictated by pieces of twisted metal and tiny rubber bands. i will have to bow to its rule, if i want to have my apparently anomalous jaw and freakish bite corrected.

splendid.