An embarrassing experience
I knew this dreaded day would come sooner or later. It came too fast and there I was, in the sterile waiting room of the dental clinic, miserable with butterflies in my stomach.
My parents told me to sit up, stop wringing my hands and to take deep breaths to keep calm. It worked. I was calm for maybe two seconds when I heard my name being called. I pretended to be deaf but my mother nudged me to get up. I forced myself to step forward and promptly stumbled over a toy left lying around by some kid. My clumsiness got me the attention of everyone in the room. Being scrutinized by that many pairs of eyes was too much and I scuttled towards the consultation room as fast as I could.
I had refused my parents' offer to accompany me. I meant to show them that I was brave enough to face the ordeal on my own. I regretted it. Thankfully, I forgot my anxiety as I looked around the dentist's room. Tools of different sizes were arranged neatly in a tray on the tiny table which was connected to a chair with buttons and a light hanging right over it. I avoided looking at my dentist in the eye as I took my spot on the chair shakily. I almost jumped out of the seat when all of a sudden the chair moved and I was lying down facing the bright yellow light.
The dentist spoke in a soothing voice behind her mask. Everything was going smoothly and I was quite proud of myself. Then disaster struck. I was picking up the cup of water placed next to the chair for patients to rinse their mouths when I caught sight of the dental drill. Panic related to a bad childhood experience involving the drill kicked into me and on reflex, I spat out the rinsing water, right into the surprised dentist's face.
I apologized profusely as I tried desperately to wipe away the water with a tissue, only to knock down the tray of instruments. The sharp instruments went flying and something that looked like it could have poked a hole in my eye flew past centimetres from my face....