CoCo's Corner

 I remember picking up my great niece from the hospital over a year ago after she had undergone a surgical procedure and she said, I think I'm addicted to anesthesia. I get that.  You literally go into the deepest of sleeps and wake up.  It's when the anesthesia isn't there that keeps you really from getting addicted. My point of this story is that I had a root canal today.  When undergoing procedures like this, I usually like to have Nitrous Oxide, or otherwise known as laughing gas.  It's not the pain I'm afraid of, it's that claustrophobic feeling of having two people with instruments and drills and chemicals and rubber things and tubes and drills (yeah, I said it twice) and everything else.  I just want to zone out from the whole thing.  Liver disease has made a mess of me dentally.  Here comes the point of the story.  I wanted gas.  They hooked me up.  Here is how it went:     Around ten minutes in, he did the Novocai...