Tooth Hurty Two

I had another lovely root canal session on Friday. It's a good thing that I'm slightly into pain, because I'd go crazy otherwise. Each throb of pain sends a naughty little shiver to my no-no spot and keeps me in a constant state of euphoria. It's nothing like being spanked, though. That's a totally different kind of pleasure.

Before last week's root canal, I requested that there be no music played in the room. I also asked that the picture of the cottage on the wall be taken down. Strange requests, I know. But have you ever had a bad experience that gets triggered by something like a sight, sound, or smell? I didn't want a repeat of my last horrific experience at the dentist.

The last time I had root canal was in 1997, almost ten years ago. I was a nervous, young, closeted gay boy in love with his young Jewish dentist. But my boyhood crush quickly dissolved when the seemingly simple root canal turned into a two hour pain fest. I passed out twice when I saw blood drip onto the yellow napkin thingie that was secured around my neck with alligator clips. During the most intense part of the procedure, I heard a song playing on the radio. It was Toni Braxton's "Unbreak My Heart." To this day, I cringe and hold my mouth when I hear Toni's soulful voice singing that song.