I had to go to the dentist first thing this morning for my regular cleaning. It’s well documented here and here that I hate going to the dentist. It ranks right up there with my fear of sharks and horror movies coming to life.
I dig nitrous oxide to the point that I’m disappointed when it’s time to exhale. As always happens, all these hidden crevices in my mind open up and the most bizarre thoughts occur to me and the most ordinary things strike me as either mind-blowingly brilliant or slap-your-pappy-in-the-creek hilarious. They’re probably not either one but at the time I’m screaming “Duuuude, that is GOLDEN!” in my head. Then when I come back down to earth, I can’t remember any of them. It’s sad isn’t it? I could make so much more out of my life if only I were constantly drugged.
Takeaways from today’s experience with the gas…I found it extremely funny that it was physically impossible for me to tense up any muscle. To amuse myself while in the chair, I tried tightening up my right leg, left arm, index finger and abdomen. I was a dishrag. And it was FUNNY people. Also, Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl is hysterical while high. Especially when she starts spelling B.A.N.A.N.A.S…woot.