This morning I went to the oral surgeon to have my four wisdom teeth pulled. The procedure was painless because they knocked me out with some general anaesthesia. The last time I had general anaesthesia, 15 years ago for a knee injury, I woke up crying and mumbling, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” I felt as if I was being pulled out of a black hole. So, you can probably imagine my relief this time when I gently awoke to the nurse’s soft voice asking me to sit up. No death fear, no black hole. Just some swelling, a little woozy feeling, and a pain in the back of my mouth—nothing that a vicoden and another nap won’t take care of. Sweet dreams.