nostatic at all...

You're nine. You need two root canals. You get up in the morning, aren't allowed to eat or drink, and head to the endodontist. You get nitrous gas but it doesn't really make a dent. The IV goes in, and that isn't very much fun. The anesthesiologist says he'll give you $10 if you can count to 20. You start counting...at 7 he rolls open the meds. You don't get to 8. Three hours later you're coming out of it. And not happy about being dizzy and feeling funny. You want to walk but your body really won't cooperate. Dad holds you in his arms and talks about when he had the same thing happen to him, about new computer games, and anything else to keep you calm and not thinking about how dizzy and weird you feel, or how much you just want to go home. Finally you can sort of walk with help, and the anesthesiologist says you can go home. Dad carries you to the car and eventually you finally get to the couch. Sure, the rest of the day is tv, computer games, ice cream and popcicles...but that really doesn't quite make up for it.