The sun is not going to win today.
Storms are predicted along with flash flood warnings.
I have a dentist appointment today. Ross always comes with me to my dentist appointments because I get all nervous and well I'm just going to say it.."I HATE GOING TO THE DENTIST!"
This visit is for a cleaning. I actually find having my teeth cleaned more uncomfortable or just as uncomfortable as any other dental procedure. So, I pay a little extra to (as the hygienist said today) "get gassed up." That would be Nitrous oxide.
As described in an article from Dental Fear Central:
"Nitrous oxide (N2O) is simply a gas which you can breathe in. It has no color, smell, and doesn’t irritate. It was discovered in 1772. Humphrey Davy (1778-1829), one of the pioneers of N2O experimentation, described the effects of N2O on himself following self-administration for a toothache and gum infection as follows:"
|Off The Mark|
“On the day when the inflammation was the most troublesome, I breathed three large doses of nitrous oxide. The pain always diminished after the first four or five inspirations; the thrilling came on as usual, and uneasiness was for a few minutes swallowed up in pleasure.”
I'm not sure if the hygienist was a little stingy with the nitrous today, or if the mask didn't fit quite as snugly as it should have, but by the time the cleaning was completed, I had deep finger nail indentations in the palm of my hands. During the entire time, (I think it must have been at least 100 hours) I planned escape "jumping out of the chair", "screaming" and "running out of the door" scenarios.
After I rinsed, spit and dribbled (another thing I hate) she handed me my little toothbrush, floss, and toothpaste "present" and said, "You are such a good patient. You probably don't even need the nitrous."
They were right about the storms.