What a day!
I front up again like the proverbial lamb, held together by one saving grace. This is it: the end of the line. By two-thirty: three at the latest: I’ll be free!
I convince myself that today will be easier. After all, aren’t I getting to be an old hand at this? My third session in as many weeks; surely familiarity breeds something positive.
It doesn’t take long to dispel this dream: five minutes in, I know this is one of those things that simply doesn’t get better.
Oh, what a sigh of relief I’ll breathe at the end of it…..
“There are two more holes,” the dentist tells me matter-of-fact. It’s just as well I am sitting down.
Oh well, such is life!
Hands up anyone who doesn’t cringe at the prospects of a stint in the dentist’s chair.
Any stalwarts? Then I for one salute you!
If you want to slow down time, then book a dental appointment. I know of few other places where a minute can seem like an hour.
This morning, I had plenty of time to consider it all.
I don’t know what was the most revolting: the numbness that overtook my jaw as well as my gums; the irritating,uncontrollable water that trickled here and there; the drill’s vibration; the monotonous, whirring noise; the feeling of a plasticine-like mass in my mouth; or the knowledge that I’d be back again next week….
Technology has enabled man to land on the moon. Why can’t it figure out a way to have dentistry by proxy?