The dentist chair never scared me so much as it has been doing lately. What seemed like a simple procedure has led to an experience beyond words. Peering down my mouth with gloved hand and a mask on his face, he seems like a demon ready to kill his prey. The drilling that goes on makes me weep, and I swear to myself every time I am there, never to see his face again. But it is seeming endless now , and I hope and pray that I am a dentist in my next birth and I can take rvenge on him...haha
