Yes, I like the word Toughy. It's not really a word that one would find in the dictionary but it is what we use when our blind cat Mr. Stinny is being all tough. A bruiser. A ruffian. I can kick ass and take names and get all medieval and sh*t...IN THE DENTIST'S OFFICE!
Huh? No, I didn't beat up my dentist or her dental hygienist. Nor did I push her instruments off the little aluminum table and jump on the chair with my fists in the air in protest of the non-minty floss. Instead, the dentist filled a cavity (yes, yuck, I had a cavity) without Novocaine. And it was a deep one too (again, ew, gross, but I do brush my teeth at least twice a day or is it twice a month...?). My dentist seemed skeptical but she knew I had a very teeny one filled without Novocaine once before so she decided to trust my judgment. The dental hygienist looked a tad bit nervous and I learned why after she completed my dental work.
So I sat - or would you say lounged? reclined? - in the chair while she began drilling away at my tooth. I waited for the sudden sharp pain that would bring tears to my eyes and make me beg for mercy. But no, none of that for me because remember, I. Kick. Ass. They kept asking if it hurt and I just shrugged and replied: "Not at all." I barely felt a twinge until the very end and still, it didn't bother me.
The dentist left the room and the hygienist said she couldn't believe how well I handled it and that I didn't feel any pain. She explained the previous week a very large tough man insisted on going without Novocaine for a similar filling. Early on during the procedure, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and poured down the sides of his face. They asked repeatedly if he wanted Novocaine but being the stubborn macho jerk (my words not theirs) he was, he insisted they continue.
But not me, I felt no pain. I didn't sweat, tear, cringe, whimper, or cry. I reclined in my chair thinking, of course, this will make for decent blog fodder. When my dentist completed the procedure, I challenged her to arm wrestle. No, not really. I have pathetically weak upper arms. Kind of like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with those useless appendages but huge muscular legs. And apparently, I do have big strong jaws like the T. Rex that FEEL NO PAIN. Okay I'm exaggerating and getting way off topic. Shocking, I know.
Actually, when the dentist finished, she told me I was one of a handful of patience who can do endure that type of dental work without Novocaine. And she put a cold star on my record. Ah, just kidding. I asked her to but she wouldn't. And I didn't get a free toothbrush which I TOTALLY should have gotten after being a toughy T. Rex, right?
Oh yeah, I am your worst nightmare. The T. Rex patient of dental care. YOW!