Those who know me know that I am a big pussy when it comes to the dentist. Well, those who don't know would probably figure as much too. So when, on my last visit, Doc F. told me I had a small cavity at the junction between two teeth (meaning, two cavities to fill out), I wasn't too pleased. So we talked, and he agreed to give me the gas and told me I should see with my doctor if I could get any anxiety medication. A quick call to my favorite Dr. B. led to a small Xanax scrip and all was well.

Until today, when I was time to actually get it done. I popped a couple X's on my way there (note to self: avoid driving self next time) and got started on the NOX as soon as I sat in the chair. End result? No pain whatsoever. I was just high the entire time. The doc was drilling and pushing and drilling and I was just completely not caring, instead focusing on how much their iPod playlist sucks (my dentist is awesome, he even has little Shuffles for patients).

Drugs are fun.

PS: Off to NY tomorrow, where Sara is taking me to get my very first mani-pedi. How exciting!

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