I sit in this chair, concentrating, breathing in and out to the iPod music in my ears. The prick of a syringe leaves a numbing sensation, and the trauma starts. There is no pain, but my fear of potential pain is overwhelming. Even with the tranquilizers and the anesthesia, my back arches, my feet tremble, my shoulders are up to my ears. I have to really concentrate and remind myself to relax, to breathe and to listen to the music. I hate going to the dentist, but it is truly a moment of total awareness.
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I have no photo from this because my eyes are squeezed shut from the moment I sit down until I leave. And anyway, who thinks of taking pictures at the dentist's office?? But I do have this; it's my jewelry drill with a genuine dentist's drill bit. When a drill bit is too blunt for tooth enamel, it still has a lot of life in it for texturing silver. So instead of throwing them away, my dentist disinfects them and collects them for me :-)
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