An Experience at the Dentist

Date: March 25, 2009

Time: 8:38PM

Place: Home-Queens – NY

The most difficult part is lying on that dreaded chair waiting for him to actually walk into the room. His assistant (forgive me for not knowing the medical term that they are referred to) asks you to stay calm and she will proceed to x-ray your mouth while you wait patiently. This is how the kid related the story to me, he is always afraid and this happens for each visit which usually takes place twice a year. Open. Open wider, that is how he knows that someone is about to intrude into his mouth and disturb his teeth. This is usually done with minor pain because it is only a routine visit but the trauma he experienced previously stays in his mind every time this procedure is about to take place. No one is in the room except him, the assistant and the dentist. He is left alone in a strange room with strangers who most likely will cause him pain while his mother sits outside in the waiting room. This maybe is more painful than the actual process, feeling alone and abandon, no one to hold on too. I can somehow relate to this because even though I am much older and have been through much worse, it still scares me especially when he says open or even open wider. I am not making out my Dentist to be a bad guy because he is actually very caring and would interrupt every so often to ask if I am ok to which I would always reply yes. This I do because I just want to get it over with and head out of there. To be honest most of my visits are very pleasant.