I sit silently, awaiting my fate, like a doomed convict, expecting the executioner to knock at any moment. I will look upon my appointment with destiny as said convict eyes the gallows, sadness and melancholy consuming me, hoping that I can face the inevitable outcome like a man. My family name and all the pride and honour my ancestor’s invested in it depends on my nervous courage.
I cannot fail.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they must spit in the devil’s eye, grip the bull by the horns and chase the wind with reckless abandon.
A time to take on your fears with all the conviction of an underdog climbing into the ring with the heavyweight champion, hoping only to stay on his feet and see the sun come up the next morning.
A time every man must take a long look into the deepest crevasse of his soul and try to find that last ounce of nerve which might see him through the day and protect him from the evil which travails him.
A time to face the gravest danger, tackle the greatest fear and risk pain and humiliation.
A time to personify the most primitive character of the human race.
A time to survive.
Yes, I have a dentist’s appointment!
I’ve had the odd painful experience in my life but the horrors perpetrated by dentists have been right up there on the hurt scale.
I know people who would rather fight the Chinese army with a bow and arrow than go to the dentist and this is before the cost of a visit is factored in.
I guess fear and finance is the major reason why we leave it so long between visits to the dentist. I can remember my last trip but it is so long ago I can’t say exactly when it was.
I have a tooth which broke in half for about three years ago. I know I should have had it seen to some time ago but I thought it would be okay and the above factors have also kicked in and I haven’t worried about it.
Linda has been talking to me about going and she had an appointment herself a couple of weeks ago and booked me in as she left. So there is no going back!
It’s a good thing. I need to get the tooth looked at and of course any other problem that may be present detected. I am not looking forward to the pain that fixing the problem will cause.
I seem to have spent half my life in the dentist’s chair. Orthodotic work took up much of my early years and the experience of having braces fitted still pinpricks my senses and perhaps causes me to avoid the drill nowadays.
But, that is life and it is just another one of those things that we have to take on the chin. I will get on with it and have no more complaints. Have a great day.
I cannot fail.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they must spit in the devil’s eye, grip the bull by the horns and chase the wind with reckless abandon.
A time to take on your fears with all the conviction of an underdog climbing into the ring with the heavyweight champion, hoping only to stay on his feet and see the sun come up the next morning.
A time every man must take a long look into the deepest crevasse of his soul and try to find that last ounce of nerve which might see him through the day and protect him from the evil which travails him.
A time to face the gravest danger, tackle the greatest fear and risk pain and humiliation.
A time to personify the most primitive character of the human race.
A time to survive.
Yes, I have a dentist’s appointment!
I’ve had the odd painful experience in my life but the horrors perpetrated by dentists have been right up there on the hurt scale.
I know people who would rather fight the Chinese army with a bow and arrow than go to the dentist and this is before the cost of a visit is factored in.
I guess fear and finance is the major reason why we leave it so long between visits to the dentist. I can remember my last trip but it is so long ago I can’t say exactly when it was.
I have a tooth which broke in half for about three years ago. I know I should have had it seen to some time ago but I thought it would be okay and the above factors have also kicked in and I haven’t worried about it.
Linda has been talking to me about going and she had an appointment herself a couple of weeks ago and booked me in as she left. So there is no going back!
It’s a good thing. I need to get the tooth looked at and of course any other problem that may be present detected. I am not looking forward to the pain that fixing the problem will cause.
I seem to have spent half my life in the dentist’s chair. Orthodotic work took up much of my early years and the experience of having braces fitted still pinpricks my senses and perhaps causes me to avoid the drill nowadays.
But, that is life and it is just another one of those things that we have to take on the chin. I will get on with it and have no more complaints. Have a great day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 