At noon-thirty the Danger Ranger was cranked and driven to Williams' Drive
Nitrous Oxide, N2O, is what's used to coerce myself to go to the dentist. Not only is it a mild anesthetic, it also incites this gray matter to see, hear, and think the funniest things. A pen and pad should be carried to try to write down the silliness but it'd be moot point; the scribblings probably couldn't be read.
Today was only slightly different from other days in the
Dr. R and his assistant have their own language, you know. Some of it's in English, I'm sure. Today I'm positive I heard the word probe. It made me shudder. And explorer. Now wait a minute! Isn't to probe also to explore? Is one a lesser of the other? Worse yet, is one greater than the other? And if I were a betting person, I'd bet I'd heard Dr. R say crampon. I wouldn't put it past him -- all the better to climb on in there with, although it caught my attention when he said piton. Piton? Seriously??? He's going mountain climbing in my mouth??
I desperately needed to carry on a telepathic conversation with his tummy but it's right after lunch and his tummy's asleep. At one point Dr. R
I suppose he must've felt an intense stare coming up from the
After hearing a few more words like bleach, collar, crouton, and suction, a few x-rays were made, everything was taken out of my mouth and the nitrous oxide was switched to plain O2.
Much to my delight and surprise, all of the inside of my mouth is still there; every tooth and tongue accounted for and in fine working order.
That piton must've worked wonders...