As long I still feel pain I know that I am still alive. When you feel nothing that is when you are dead and that is why I hate novocaine. Has anybody ever wondered maybe their lips would be allergic and never be able to feel again? What if the doctor had a wrong mixture and the venom gets into your blood stream and affects you? During the first few seconds, you may think your foot fell asleep and you better wake it up. You go to move your foot and nothing happens. Next it would go to the arms and legs and your not able maintain you position in the chair. You are caught in the panic and the situation is quickly getting worse. You fall to the ground helpless and you feel your mouth start to get numb. You think to yell but when you attempt it, it is too late. You feel your tongue getting numb and you begin think that you might choke to death on your own tongue. You also begin to worry that it may get to your heart and stop it cold. You hear the sounds of the world begin to muffle until silence fills your head. You notice someone come in and then recognize that it is the nice hygienist that worked on you last time you came for a cleaning. Oh so beautiful and young to be a real working person. You began to daydream about the things you would do to her if you could. You almost lost it as she tucked in close and pushed her breast into your arm while she cleaned your back teeth. The girl checks your pulse, which you know not by the feeling but by seeing her raise your hand. You see her screaming out of the door and soon all the nice hygienists are there and so is the dentist. The man who gets paid to come in after you’re cleaning for 2 minutes and say “All set” or “Make another appointment with Cindy.” He begins to yell orders and then performs CPR on your body. Right now you wish the Novocain would be in your ribs as you feel at least three of your ribs crack at once. In the middle of the situation you giggle to yourself because you find it ironic that almost all parts of your body is either numb or in unimaginable pain, there is no happy medium to speak of; two completely opposite things occurring all at once and tearing you apart. You’re numb for it seems like hours but is only around ten minutes now begin to stop worrying about it effecting your heart. Not sure whether there was only a certain amount in your system or it has no chemical effect on your blood pumper. You watch the people walk around you not doing anything except talking and joking to each other. Except that cute girl she is pacing around your almost lifeless body. The guys in orange coats arrive and begin to do their practice to my body. You remember back that this novocaine shit last like two to three hours. The pain of being stuck in your mind would be too much; you know the kind of pain in there. You begin to think about that cool book in high school, Johnny Got His Gun. The man stuck in his head for the rest of his life. Not being able to free himself or talk to anyone, feeling the rats eating away at him and not being able to anything about. Wait, I have never heard of a case like this before so it may be permanent. Maybe that Metallica band will sing a song about you too? Maybe they could call it One part two or something cheesy like that. You’re put on a stretcher and men put you into the ambulance. As you ride in the hospital taxi you imagine hearing the whirl and chirp of the sirens. You arrive at the hospital and are rushed into this bright room. The light is blinding you and you want to squint or blink but you eyelids won’t budge. You try and concentrate and make them shut. The men are swarming around and some nurse begins to drop a liquid into them. Your vision is a total blurred because she is not paying attention and putting them in too fast. The doctors leave and you spend the next ten minute just lying on the bed. Every five minutes after that, one person comes in and checks on you. Your mind begins its torture with you making a list of things you may never do again. Never feel like you do after a stretch. Never experience the great body versus mind war. Never have to fight your eyes from closing and falling asleep. But wait, you can slightly hear the conversation outside the curtain. The sound of laughter creeps up and you hear that they are making fun of you. “Hey, wait, check this out. What would his personal ad say.” a short pause follows and his audience is stumped. But the comedian continues, “S.W.V. Single White Vegetable.” You are so pissed you can the feel the blood being pushed around. Slowly you notice the feeling coming back to certain parts of the body. You feel that your ass is wet and you figure out the muscle just relaxed and let forth your waste. Oh the feeling is intolerable and just plain squishy. A new doctor comes in and begins the same check the others have done during the incarceration. He speaks and you listen carefully. “Hey, Mr. Personality, how are we.” His voice, you know the voice is that of the comedian. “You know there are bathrooms here anytime you have to go again just get up and go. Oh wait, you can’t.” You guess you were right and you had lost your bodily functions. You guess you can’t ask the Hygienist out. You imagine the end of the night at her door. “For a guy who shit his pants in my presence you’re a hell of a date.” You feel the parts of you body starts to come back. You are totally humiliated by the whole day. But you know about humiliation because you are so worried about it everyday you avoid the real things in life. You come out of the drug hold and are finally released from the hospital after weeks of test you go home. You sit on the couch and begin to watch a little television and reflect on what happened, when the phone rings. You pick it up, happy to be able move still and you hear the funniest question on the earth. “So when would you like to re-schedule with us to fix that cavity of yours?” Some people on this planet are so funny and don’t even know it. Maybe you have never imagined the tale I just told. But just remember, from this story that in this life choose pain and learn from it. You cannot learn from any other emotion like you do from pain. I personally only grow under that condition. So choose pain and live life the way you should, as a constant battle to fight to the end. There is no tragedy as great as letting the pain push you around.