Jaysus, Don. That one cut close to the bone.

I was always terrified of dentists. The smallest procedure was a BIG deal. Something as benign as having my teeth cleaned would leave my fingerprints in the metal arm rests of the dentist chair. It took an IV shot of demerol before the dentist--who was a dynamite and gentle practitioner of the black art--could get near my mouth to see what needed to be done. He didn't even have objects in his hand. It makes me wish I'd met jimmyt many years ago.

I have gone into some hazardous situations in my time, but nothing has ever made me as fearful as the receptionist saying, "Mr Murdoch? Dr Death will see you now."