For example, had I not had a crack in my tooth, I might never have been able to adaquately describe the maddening non-feeling when the inside of your ear is numb, or the sense that your tongue has turned into a two-headed slug in your mouth when only half of it is numb. Without today's experience I might not know that not only does the anesthetic numb the tooth, gum, cheek, and tongue, but also the lip, ear, and face all the way to the temple.
There was also the blind terror just before the dentist touched the drill to the tooth for the first time followed by the paler, steady fear of the anesthesia abruptly failing and releasing the excruciating pain that I should be feeling. Not to mention the bitter iron of blood mixed with the clove taste of the anesthetic tinged with the stink of burning tooth.
Afterwards, the fear of the anesthesia not working morphs into a dread that feeling will never return to my face. And now anxiety creeps in as feeling returns. Will the old pain come back with it? Will there be new and worse pain from the procedure? Did something go terribly wrong? Is my dentist a closet sociopath?
See, lots of future writing fodder.
For more random thoughts on writing check out:
Perhaps an episode of the podcast I Should be Writing.
I Write, I Edit, I Write Again. Witness!
We're Making Better Words, All of Them, Better Words.
I Write to Burn Off the Crazy.
A Good Day Writing is a Day Writing.
It Puts the Words on the Page or it Gets the Hose Again.
Just Keep Writing, Just Keep Writing; Writing, Writing, Writing...