Reclined in the dentist’s chair with my mouth open as wide as humanly possible, Doctor Chan squirts a little anaesthetic from the next needle. I’ll know shortly if this action will add to my post traumatic stress. He then injects the last of four local anaesthetics into my upper gum. It doesn’t sting like the first, as my gums have started to numb. The bright surgical light makes me squint and I feel powerless to move, not unlike a rabbit dazed by headlights. I dig my finger nails into the vinyl arm rests. I tilt my head far enough to see Doctor Chan assemble a collection of tools for the procedure; tweezers, probe, plugger, scalpel, bone file and several drills.
I try not to imagine the tools intended use; instead I force myself to think about anything else. The taste of Spanish risotto I had on the weekend lessons the taste of anaesthetic for now. A glass of dry white would surely finish the anaesthetic off. The alfresco setting with shade cloth dissipates the bright sunlight. To shortly lie, hand in hand with my woman makes the dental chair feel spacious. Dr Chan rudely interrupts my attempt at self hypnosis into a more idealistic life.