You’ve barely entered the office but your teeth are already clenched in anticipation of their impending examination. Various pangs and aches keep appearing, catalyzed by the hyperawareness that develops around an object you wish most to ignore. You arrive at the dentist’s chair and arrange yourself carefully on the beige pleather so as to mitigate the charge of static that it is sure to generate on your clothing. You are preparing for a long and painful voyage. The electric whirring initiates and you begin your descent, the tension in your back causing you to lag slightly behind the movement of the chair. You remind yourself to relax into the chair and finally make full contact.
"Every drink coffee or tea?" Haha I just went through this last week. I actually love my hygienist though. The worst thing about her is she always makes me laugh--not great when your gums are being prodded with a little metal hook.
"Every drink coffee or tea?" Haha I just went through this last week. I actually love my hygienist though. The worst thing about her is she always makes me laugh--not great when your gums are being prodded with a little metal hook.
Very nice, I felt that.