Another hour-plus in the chair with needles and drills and suction and procedures that are as close to waterboarding as I ever want to get. (Tying up loose ends from last weeks’ root canal and getting a temporary crown.)
I get home and get past the nasty tastes left in my mouth from the topical anesthesia and the upset stomach from whatever I was swallowing, finally hungry. The anesthesia and the adrenaline wore off and I was hungry.
But do I need to have another meal of cottage cheese and applesauce? Or can I have a normal lunch? My eyes catch the poster I have on the wall to my right.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 
You’re not done with waterboarding until you’ve had implants in the upper jaw. Lower jaw, not so bad. Upper jaw, hell.
But I still sympathise… root canal and crowns are tough.
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