Gums, Germs and Steel

Well, I think the dentistry went well, though it’s hard to tell from the memory fragments I’m left with. I remember laying down with a drip feed in my arm, and some sedative being introduced, and feeling a bit spacey. And then I remember being helped into a wheelchair, putting my feet on the metal footrests. And then I remember someone saying to be careful not to hit my head on the roof of the car as I got into the passenger seat.


Whenever I force myself to do something necessary but unpleasant or stressful, I try to reward myself. It’s an attempt at self-directed operant conditioning. When we finish filing our taxes, we generally go out for a meal afterwards. When I go to the dentist, I might ironically reward myself with a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Which brings me to today. In a little while I’m heading to the dentist for gum augmentation surgery.