How much do you think it would cost, and whose palms would I have to grease, to get a direct line of Nitrous Oxide run into my house? I want it to just come out the central heating vents, in such a concentration that we are all just a little lighter, just a little giddier, just a little easier. Really. How much, and who would do it?
Jeffrey went to the dentist today for his first cavity.
What had the potential to be a nightmare, ended up being a sweet, giggly, happy, painless experience with no side effects. It took a while to convince him to put the mask on, but the “creamsicle” scent the nurse promised helped, as did the fact he chose “glitter” for his filling color. Yes, they have a rainbow of resin colors to choose from, and who wants plain old white teeth, when you can have “raspberry” or “ocean” or in my son’s case, “glitter”?
It took 20 minutes to convince him to put the mask on, and while I wanted to wrestle him down, the dentist, smart, patient, grandfatherly man he is, suggested that might not be so wise. 20 minutes of cajoling. 30 seconds of gas until my dour, nervous, strong-willed boy turned into malleable, giggling, silly, happy, relaxed beam of sunlight.
He relaxed in the chair, he smiled at everyone, he giggled and told me he was floating, he chatted with the nurse and giggled some more. He opened wide, and let the dentist drill and fill his teeth, never so much as batting an eye or flinching a finger. No Novocaine, no shot, nothing but happy, laughing gas.
And now he has a “glitter” filling to go with the giant alarm clock he wears on a rope around his neck… oh, wait, that’s someone else. The glitter goes well with his freckles and wild red hair, I must admit.
SO where do I get a mainline of this n.o. to my house?