Root Canal

Dire need of a root canal
+ Mortal fear of dentists

= Not a Good Friday at all.

UPDATE:  I survived the ordeal, despite the following:  Upon arrival at the endodontist's office, I had to sit in the waiting room and listen to some rather alarming sounds of banging and thumping coming up through the floor.  I was fervently hoping it wasn't a root canal being done. Then upon being ushered into the examining room, I was mildly disconcerted to see that the view from the chair was of a graveyard.  As the seemingly endless drilling and gouging went on (and on and on and on), I got to listen to John Mellencamp wailing "Come on baby, make it hurt so good" over the sound system, and finally I was informed that I had the longest roots the dentist had ever seen.  Oh, and the dentist wouldn't give me nitrous oxide, because "the tanks are really big, and they have to be behind the chair, which makes it inconvenient for me."