Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Climbing the Wicklow mountains one day, a friend of mine explained that the word aesthetic comes from the Greek for feeling or sensation and that anaesthetic is to be without feeling or sensation, hence the drug.
Anyway, it reminds me how I secretly love being in the Dentist chair, with the light shining heat in my face, the casual touch of the dentist at work, the relaxation as someone else takes control. Once you take away the fear, it's much the same as being at the hairdressers, but without the frustrated delays and intimidation. Given the fact that I'm ueber squeamish you would think that I'd hate the dentist, but I don't, and am grateful for same.
Posted by Bonn at Wednesday, January 16, 2008