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A Dreaded Visit to the Dentist |
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I knew the day would come when I would have to go to the dentist, and when it
finally arrived, I was a mess. The waiting room at the dental clinic felt
sterile and foreboding, and my stomach was churning with anxiety.
My parents tried to calm me down, but I couldn't stop wringing my hands and
pacing around the room. When my name was called, I was momentarily relieved
until I tripped over a toy and stumbled into the consultation room, drawing
everyone's attention.
I had insisted on going to the appointment alone to prove my bravery, but I
regretted it as soon as I saw the dental instruments laid out on the table. I
tried to avoid looking at my dentist as I took my place in the chair, but my
nerves got the best of me when the chair suddenly moved and the bright light
shone in my face.
The dentist tried to reassure me, but as soon as I saw the dental drill,
memories of a traumatic childhood experience flooded back. I panicked and
accidentally spat water all over the dentist's face, then knocked over the tray
of instruments, sending sharp objects flying across the room. To make matters
worse, I bumped into the overhead light, which swung down and hit the dentist on
the head.
As the dentist's assistants rushed to her aid, I slunk out of the room and
grabbed my parents, eager to leave the clinic and forget about the whole ordeal.
It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. |
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