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.
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...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
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