Boredom at the dentist

Well, I've written about anxiety on a dental chair but not about boredom. See, when the local anesthesia kicks in, your mouth and gums go numb. So you don't feel anything. They put a bracket of some sort to keep your mouth open so even that is not a conscious effort.

So what to do? I tried staring at the doctor's eyelashes. Nice lashes. Revlon or Almay? Hihihi. I bet she saw me and smiled underneath her mask. But there's a limit to that. I can't stare at her eyes the entire time, not that I was trying to hide it. Besides, it's not proper to stare.

So your eyes drift to the ceiling, then the wall and you've memorized the few lines on the posters. There's got to be something more to do. Then you start thinking about work, but that only frustrates you a bit coz you'd rather you had something to write with because eventually, you'll forget all these bright ideas. So I tried not to think about work.

I tried singing songs in my head. I even tried to sleep. No luck there.

Anyway, I really marvel at the way the dentist attempts to engage you in a conversation while you're on the chair. It's not a matter of answering yes or no questions. It goes deeper than that. You try to answer back and realize after a second that you actually can't answer back. Hmm. That's probably what they call a trick question.

And the worst part of it? It's when the anesthesia wears out and she's still working on you. Previously, she asked you to raise a finger when you feel pain. I raised both hands.