31 January 2011

diversion at the dentist: stone #28

A fountain of water before my eyes, only partly obscured by latex clad fingers. I glance up to see a glassy eye looking down on me. Large, green, focused. I feel miniscule, a helpless object awaiting dissection. I close my eyes and the noise of the drill engulfs me.

1 comment:

Sam Pennington said...

...I so hate being at the dentist, and you sum it up beautifully! It is that feeling of waiting 'to be dissected'. And half the time you never realised there was a problem with your teeth until the venerable dentist says so.... xx