Give Me The Gas

You know those crazy lamps at the dentist office that shine light right into your eyeballs while you're teeth are being drilled, just adding another level of pain to your experience? Well, today I named one. Her name is Patty.
I've been making rather constant trips to the dentist lately to have old fillings repaired. Like any normal human being, I'm not a big fan of the dentist office. They give you foul-tasting drugs, make you hold your mouth open wider than you thought you could for longer than you thought possible, and you always leave with the sour taste of tooth dust in your mouth.
There is one good thing about that place, though... nitrous oxide.
Once they put that little tube over my face, I was in heaven. I totally calmed down, and I swear that I was more centered than I ever have been in my LIFE. No kidding. When I sat and just focused on one thing, like the music I was listening to, I was able to get so much more out of it than I normally do. I feel like I understand the way musicians hear music a little more now. I felt every beat running through my body and the passion in every note.
I am not joking when I say that, at one point, I was lip syncing "Bohemian Rhapsody" into Patty. I'm pretty sure the dental assistant caught me, but she didn't say anything. Then I had to play it cool. I sat there and pretended like I didn't feel a thing. I felt like it was a pretty good con, but looking back, she must have known. I think that the big old grin on my face... the kind kids get when they go to Disneyland for the first time... may have given me away.
No matter. Patty and I still had a chance to bond. So even though half of my mouth is still dead, it was a good trip.