Went to the dentist today.
"Do you want some gas to take the edge off?", she asked.
I hesitantly agreed.......I was uneasy and unsure - as I had never experienced this before.
The mask went on - and my doubts were quickly swallowed up in euphoria.
Body heavy - mind free from cares.
My limp arm fell across my Dentist's leg......didn't care - nope - left it there because he was just so warm.
Watched the Dow plummet 500 points and all I could do was giggle.
Drove home. Laughed all the way. Laughed like a hyena - until I cried.
Toes still tingling.
Arms still heavy.
They probably shouldn't didn't give me enough oxygen before I left.
In fact, they probably shouldn't have let me out the door.
Still not a care. Not a care. Not a care in the world.
Can't wait to go back next time and visit with my new best friend.
I have used that wonderous gas (sweet-air) ever since I was a kid. "Off on a space ride" was what they would say as the mask went over my nose. These days, I agree soooo much with rickard5, wishing that I had a tank near my bed. I get so floaty and sleepy on the gas. Its heavenly!! Arousing too sometimes....lol.
ReplyDeleteNo Renee - not my dentist - just a pic I found. My dentist has big black leather chairs that massage your back during the ordeal. Love it.
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