done with the dentist

There's this at least to be said for being dead, Emerson once observed: at least you're done with the dentist.

My second trip to the chair this summer was a lot better than being dead. A lot. But I may not have been paying full attention, and I think they upped my dose of nitrous when I admitted it didn't seem to do much for me last time.

It's the first time I've had a dentist call the house later to check on me.

Not dead yet, Dr. M. But thanks for asking. And thanks for the Larry King stories. I know I seemed a docile (if captive) audience, but I was laughing on the inside.