The Dentist's Office
Dr. Rust's Office, these three words echo throughout my head and I can't breathe. I sit in this awful discomforting place. My body shakes in terror and Suddenly I hear a soft comforting voice say my name, "Genna, Dr. Rust is ready to see you now." On the outside, I am smiling and happy, but on the inside, I scream in terror. Although I had been there and experienced that extreme pain many times before, I dreaded yet another visit to the dentist.
Fifteen minutes ago I drove up to the old brick building in Delta, Colorado. Out front was an old wooden sign reading, "Rust, P L D.D.S." I got out of my comfortable homey car, and headed toward the door that said, "ENTER." I took a deep breath and opened the door. A clean but musty smell instantly filled my lungs. The old place was very cold and uncomfortable. The lady at the desk smiled at me and said, "Have a seat it will only be a few minutes."
I turn around to look for the chairs and saw the west wall covered with old cracked wallpaper plastered with flowers. I glance behind me and see the receptionist desk once again, and the bulletin board on the wall next to it with dentist jokes and advertisements all over it. The receptionist smiles at me again and I turn back around. I see that the North and South walls are covered with old wood paneling. One wall has the door in which I just entered, and the other has the dark tunnel leading to the exam rooms. I spot the chairs just across the waiting room on both walls. I quickly choose the end one with green and orange flowers covering it and sit down.
When sitting, I look down at the floor and I am not surprised to see the ancient gold shag carpet beneath my feet. I Sit in the freezing cold waiting room, and wait, wait, wait. I look to my right and see the cherry oak wood coffee table with short skinny legs. They look like they won't hold the enormous pile of magazines dating back to June 2002. I pick up a magazine and feel its smooth texture glide across my warm clammy hands. I begin to read the cover and get to bottom left hand corner. In huge letters it says, "How do your teeth look?" I open the magazine and begin to read the section on how to obtain a beautiful healthy smile. Suddenly I hear a soft comforting voice say my name, "Genna, Dr. Rust is ready to see you." I sit in fear and keep saying to myself, "I want a beautiful smile, I want a beautiful smile, I want..." I am then startled by her voice again, Genna?" I look around this awful place, I see an old woman, she is waiting for her husband to be done getting a root canal, I see a mother and her fearful child, and last of all I see the Nurse in her pink and blue scrubs with little smiling dogs and huge tooth brushes plastered all over it. Behind her, is the deep dark tunnel I will soon be entering.
I gradually stand up and feel the hard shaggy floor beneath my feet, but suddenly it turns to jelly and I feel like my legs are going to come crashing down. I...