As the dentist left the room I moved the mask from my nose to mouth and took a couple deep breaths.  The hose fell off the mask.  My arms seemed twenty feet away as I fixed it and put it back on my nose.  The little outlet valve popped into my lap.  Feeling around with tingling fingers I got it on just as the dentist returned.

“Ready?”, he asked as he turned up the gas.  

Nothing happened.  He turned it up some more.  Nothing.  He reached over and flicked the mask with his finger.  I saw God.  Best dentist ever!

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