The Pain Center

The Pain Center
My biggest fear as a young girl was going to the dentist. Every visit involved pain, and that's what scared me the most. The majority of people that you ask will tell you that they were afraid of the dentist too. I, like many other children use to love eating candy, I still do but not as much. I had a huge sweet tooth, and because of that I would get cavities. Once a month id get a friendly reminder from the pain center telling me it was time for my check up. I knew what to expect, and I always dreaded it. My mom would always go with me, held my hand, and told me everything would be fine and to just be brave. Her words did help me get through the painful process every time I went.
Going to the dentist now is a whole lot different then how it was when I was a little girl. Now it's not about going because I have to it's because I want to. After all, everyone does care about their pearly whites; you do use your smile everyday. This time the purpose for my visit was to replace my retainers that one of my family members accidentally threw away. I was very upset about that, especially because retainers aren't so cheap. I arrived to the dentist at 11:00 am, which was the time of my appointment. As soon as I walk in I feel a whole room full of strangers direct their attention towards me. It's only instinct, I think everyone does that. The familiar smell of minty freshness surrounded the room. I sign my name on the clip board sitting on the receptionist's desk, then take a seat next to a women and a man dressed like a mail man. I then take the time to observe my surroundings and the strangers around me. I know nothing about these people; maybe just what dentist they go to. Waiting rooms to me are very interesting; Strangers under one roof waiting to be chosen. The man sitting next to me was wearing dark sunglasses and was wearing a lot of blue. He had his head down, and was snoring very loudly. He was either on his way to work or getting out of a shift... [continues]

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