Oh. I understand now.

Fear of the dentist. I used to have an irrational one. Now it's a bit more rational. I liked the old way better.

Sometime yesterday I split one of my front teeth. Ouch.

Today my dentist put it back. If I'd been out of body, it would have been a very David Copperfield thing, as the finished product is pretty darned impressive. But, I was there. And where there wasn't necessarily pain, there was much writhing and contorting as huge oversized metal things came at me from all directions and poked and prodded. Also, there was some claustrophobia I don't recall from my past. Yup. Rational fear of dentists now.

But, I'll still go back soon for a nice root planing. Or whatever he called the form of torture he described. It must be my trapped inner masochist.