
When I was very young, I had a pretty strong phobia of needles. So you can imagine how I’d react when the dentist would come at me with the big Novocain syringe. Not a pretty sight. It wouldn’t matter how long he’d gas me up with Nitrous, I would kick and scream and cry like a man with a head-cold whenever that needle came anywhere near my face. My childhood dentist was not a patient man. He’d just shrug, put the needle aside, instruct the hygienist to hold me down and go about drilling and filling my not-numb-at-all (click to read more…)
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