It was a conversation like none other I had had. Of course my life had been short thus far, unlike the man towering over me. I being 16, he looked to me, to be at least 60. In actuality, he was probably in his forties.
I was the typical 16 year old girl, full of talk and giggles. Having freedom with my tongue had never been a problem.
Now open wide, he said.
I did as he instructed.
I peered into his sky blue eyes, thinking how kind he looked. He being an old man, however, made me wonder, whatever would we have to talk about?
Just relax and this will all be over before you know it. All this he said, as he raised the syringe, and inserted the needle into the tender gum above the offending infected tooth. This wonít hurt a bit, the dentist proclaimed.
The man, my dentist, proceeded to fill my mouth with all kinds of unpleasant items. In went the gauze, and with it a water sucking hook was hung from the left side of my lower lip. As if this wasnít enough torture for my young tender years, he proceeded to stretch my mouth open with a fold out frame contraction that soon engulfed the inside of my mouth, leaving no escape from imprisonment of tongue and teeth.
From that point on, I lost track of the exact items that went into my mouth. And I canít forget to mention his finger that seemed to enlarge, as I watched it enter my mouth. How was there room for it all? The question, I was unable to voice outside my mind, and therefore, leaving the answer to my imagination.
There now, Dr. Torture said. Weíre all set to go
The sound of the drill was deafening, but still I could hear him say, now this isnít so bad is it?
I screamed, OW!
He responded that root canals really get an unfair rap. They are not as traumatic as are rumored.
Are you doing alright, he asked.
I asked back, do I sound like Iím doing okay? And I shouted, OW!
I thought you were, he said. You are young and you are tough. But if it gets to hurting you, just say the word, and I will give you another injection. It will take that pain right away. But you have to give me the word, okay?
I yelled out, OW! Please give me the shot.
Dr. Torture responded, okay then, weíll just finish this up. Weíll have this done in no time at all. Your tooth will be like new, and there will be no more pain. You can leave here, and tell all your friends how easy it all went, and we had such a nice conversation too.
A stream of mumbles poured out of my mouth.
What was that, honey? Speak up, I canít hear you.
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