Though I did not almost die, this reminds me of the last time I went to the dentist.

Today, I almost died after getting an epidural in my neck. The medicine paralyzed my entire body, including my diaphragm and lungs. The doctor tried to say it was a panic attack. I had turned blue. FML

A bit through my dental procedure, the dentist (who was very young; I assume he was new) asked me why my eyes were watering so much. Through the gauze and such, I mumbled, “Because it hurts a whole lot.” He asked me if I wanted to stop and get more anesthetic injected. I told him no, and to just go ahead since he said it would be short anyway. I didn’t say this, but I wanted to be in the chair as little a time as possible as the social aspect for me is far worse than the pain.

As promised, it was a short procedure. However, as I was walking out I noticed that my nose, the orbit of my eye, my forehead and some parts of my scalp were all numb. My mouth, however, was not. He anesthetized the wrong nerve — maybe the ophthalmic instead of the mandibular? I don’t know. But either way that’s how I got to feel the full force of a dental drill going at my teeth.

Do not recommend.

The whole idea of everyone having their own personal pronouns is idiotic. I don’t feel like examining the sociology of it (though that’s fascinating), but like most people I can barely recall other people’s names and associate those with the correct faces most of the time.

So me remembering 50 or 100 sets of different pronouns is just not gonna happen.

This is what occurs when the neolib idea of “choice” goes completely bonkers.