The good news is, I was good and numb within about 15 seconds. The less good, but not especially bad, news is that it is now Tuesday and my tongue is still somewhat numb. I didn't figure it was the end of the world or anything, but I called yesterday just to make sure I shouldn't be planning my funeral or something. The dentist said he has that happen about 2 to 3 times a year when he hits the nerve right on. No problem for me, because it meant I was really numb when I really wanted to be. But, he said, if I'd laid out a hundred dollar bill on the counter, he couldn't hit the nerve (he told me what the nerve was called, but I've already forgotten) on purpose. Drat!
Oh well. I had so much fun I told him we ought to do this again sometime soon. Like January 23rd, for example. Yep, he and I are going to be good buddies for a while. I figure he's got mortgage payments and staff to pay, so I'm just trying to do my part. Ahem.