I had my last wisdom tooth extracted today. Finally. That makes four, since last winter. Which means I spent over a year constantly looking forward to having my teeth pulled.
As I laid in the chair, I sought something to distract me from what was about to happen, and in desperation started just recalling random images of the Scotsman. Worked like a charm, I barely even noticed when it was over.
During a recent chat with Karolina I reached the conclusion that I'm actually a closeted Polyanna - determined to find a plus side even when confronted with a negative sphere. I do, however, recognize that this search is probably best postponed until such a time when the relevant stimuli are no longer capable of competing with the fact that someone's hacking away at your face with a chisel.
As I laid in the chair, I sought something to distract me from what was about to happen, and in desperation started just recalling random images of the Scotsman. Worked like a charm, I barely even noticed when it was over.
During a recent chat with Karolina I reached the conclusion that I'm actually a closeted Polyanna - determined to find a plus side even when confronted with a negative sphere. I do, however, recognize that this search is probably best postponed until such a time when the relevant stimuli are no longer capable of competing with the fact that someone's hacking away at your face with a chisel.
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