I had a second bad tooth removed today. Much unlike last time, this time I'd known for weeks I was to have it removed, I'd talked with the dentist about the procedure a couple weeks earlier, I'd had antibiotics to stop any possible infection, and was all kinds of prepared mentally and physically.

It went very well. The laughing gas worked. It didn't make me amused, but it was just like being in the deepest, heaviest trance ever, with actual silence in my mind. The numbing worked perfectly too, I didn't feel pain at all until a bit later, when I was already walking outside - and even that is nearly gone now. I'll be living on smoothies for a few days again, but it's no big deal.

I have one more cavity to fix later this month. I'll get to have laughing gas for that too, just to make sure that it is a positive experience as well, and that my phobia has officially vanished, so I can go without the gas from there on.

At this point I don't think I'm going to have any problems getting my yearly check-ups done after this. There's no sense letting my teeth go bad. I'm still thrilled that my ears don't hurt from wind like they used to; the tooth infections made them very sensitive too.

I'd do a happy dance if I wasn't still having the meds for the kidney problem and wasn't required to be careful not to get my pulse up high. Oh well, I'm doing a mental happy dance.