You know how sometimes you hear a word and an image comes into your head? I've been hearing the word "canal" lately. Hearing that word instantly takes me to the canals of Venice. Even though I've never been to Italy I've seen enough pictures and heard many stories of those little waterways winding throughout Venice that I can almost hear the gondola oars dipping in and out of the water.
Unfortunately, when I've heard the word canal lately it's been paired with the word root. As in root canal. That certainly brings to mind a much different mental image. Disgusting, actually.
So while I was in the dentist chair undergoing a root canal on my very sad, dead tooth I tried to visualize the canals of Venice rather than focusing on what was actually going on inside my mouth. I decided at that time fantasy was much better than reality.
In the days to come think of me, pity me, pray for me, for I will be enduring a bit of swollenness and some nasty pain. Luckily I have some leftover Vicodin from a previous procedure. Perhaps that little pill will again take me to my fantasy of floating through the canals of Venice.
Photos compliments of Mogio Close Up, James L Menius, DDS and Chiaroscuro.