Melting Jell-o & funny air makes me happy!

I been going to the dentist about once a week for the past 3 weeks.... & I am aware that most of everybody I know hate going to the dentist & I was one of them people until I met the dentist of my dreams.
He's an awesome dentist! He's nice, funny & does a great job... & makes sure you're comfy before he gets all up in your grill & drills... plus it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes ;)



Yesterday I had an appointment during the day, during work hours, & I figured I'll go during my lunch hour.... & I did. When I arrived he said he was running a little behind schedule & that the procedure would last about 1 hour to an hour & a half... I was a little worried because I only have an hour for lunch... but ok, I was already there....

By the time I was in the chair about 20 minutes had passed by, when he put the laughing gas mask on me... I just didn't even care that I was going to be late going back to work... I felt light as a cloud & I just wanted to float away... haha, I just had to blog about this because it feels awesome... like my body is Jell-o & I'm melting.. I wanted to melt right outta that chair & lay on the carpet floor & I wouldn't care who's watching.... (but nobody would be watching because it was just me & the doc)
Anyhow, by the time he stuck two needles (or three I honestly don't remember) with numbing meds in my gums I didn't care.... although I was a little worried about melting off the chair... 
The whole time he was doing his dentist thing in my mouth all I wanted to do was talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and you get the point... I'm already a chatter box as it is, but put me on some drugs (legal... lol) and I will talk 3 times more than normal... about what??????? Only God knows because I DON'T EVEN KNOW what I talk about sometimes... I wanted to tell him my life story, I wanted to tell him my problems, I wanted to tell him about work & just everything & anything... like if he was my personal shrink or psychologist... & although I was high on that 'feel good air', something deep down inside of me that still felt normal had common sense to keep my mouth shut... plus the doctor had his hands in my mouth so I guess that helped... haha...
I could already imagine... walking out the dentist with an extra bill... "Psychological help bill".... eessshhhh...

Anyhow... I like my dentist :)

P.S. I was sooooooooooooo drugged up on pain killers while writing this post....
cause root canals hurt duhhhhhhhhh!