so i get to the dentist and find out they don’t do gas. ‘because it’s like marijuana, you just want more’. look, lady, if i wanted some damn nitrous for fun i’d be over there in von’s huffing the whipped cream, i’m not in this for the fun. so, i have determined that i will not be able to work with this dentist. should have done this shopping around before i settled on one, but live and learn, eh?
so i’m going to pick up my records and see another dentist that gives you good pills beforehand. the nitrous would be nice, but as long as i’m on drugs when the tooth gets pulled, i won’t be picky about the particular kind of drugs.
as a person that has an infinitesimal pain threshhold, i’ve developed a pain philosophy — if pain can be relieved, it should be. period. i’m not one for toughing it out, and as such i’ve learned that i need to seek out doctors and dentists that understand this.
i’m sorry if this is getting boring, these toothy troubles of mine, i just gotta vent.