The phone rang and I answered, "Hello." The voice on the other end asks, " May I speak to Mr. Bush please" I replied, "This is he." The calm and melodic voice proceeds to remind me of my 4:00 p.m. dental appointment. The bottom of my stomach dropped to my knees and beads of perspiration dampened my brow. I replied in a low groan " Yes Ma'am I will be there." I hung the receiver of the phone on the cradle with a heavy sigh. I have a lifelong dreaded fear of a trip to the dentist.
I entered the building almost dragging my heels as I walked over to the elevator, pushed the up button and looked down at the unconscious tapping of my foot. The elevator door promptly opens, as I stepped onto the floor of the elevator. I pushed the button and watch as the door slowly closes sealing my fate. The elevator ascends to the second floor. I once again feel the cool clamminess coat my hands and forehead. I walked slowly towards the door of the office staring at the name, Dr. Vornholt, DDS. Reaching for the doorknob inhaling a deep breath as if it were my last, I can smell the mixture of wintergreen- flavored toothpaste and bleach. When I open the outer door a blast of cool air from the air conditioner hi
I leaned back on the seat and looked out across the waiting area at the various people each waiting to hear their name. The doorknob turns to the inner office and as I looked up, I made eye contact with Harriett. "Mr. Bush, you are next," She announces clearly.
I walked out of the building into the sunshine of the day; I wonder why I allow the fear of the dentist to overwhelm me. If I had made the visit in a regular manner, I would not have to experience such an ordeal. Procrastination only makes matters much worse. I had promised myself that I would make regular appointments from this day forward.
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