My life hasn't had many scary moments where I had to fear for anything.
I've been lucky that way.
I'd have to say the time that I was probably the most fearful in my life would have to be when I was 9 years old. I had to get 2 teeth pulled. My canines needed to come out so that I could get braces. I had always been afraid of the dentist and he was always super creepy. I hated him so much. When I learned my fate I was so angry with my mom for letting him do this to me. I didn't see why I needed braces anyway...who knew what my mouth would look like when there were all permanent teeth in there. How could I possibly still have gaps then?
On the day of doom I cried all day. I refused to get out of bed, didn't go to school. I had a lot of anxiety. I fought nurses who tried to give me shots, I couldn't allow someone to forcibly remove my teeth! It had taken 4 nurses to hold me down to give me a shot once, I was going to give this dentist a run for his money. They were not getting my teeth! I sat in the chair, still crying. The nurses came to inject local anesthetic, I fought them off. I squirmed, screamed and wriggled around until they gave up
....little did I know that they had called in the big guns. My dentist came out I informed him that I hated him. He informed me that I would have a great smile when I grew up. I didn't care. They were torturing me and I wasn't about to go down without a fight. After a struggle with the dentist that lasted about 5 more minutes he got up and left.
SUCCESS! I had fought for my life and won!! He came back with my mom. Hahahah big deal like she would change anything, she was possibly the most easily defeated person in the whole room. He sat down again and explained the situation to her. She apologized, which I thought was ironic because I had already told her that they were not going to get my teeth out of my head easily. She was there with the nurses who had tried to give me shots at various points of my life. She knew how hard I would fight if I was in danger. At the end of the debriefing, he calmly told my mom that in order to get my teeth out he was going to have to put me in a headlock. FUCK. My mom would never agree to this, I knew a headlock was only for WWF Wrestlers that the boys at my school were in love with. She agreed to this abuse. I panicked inside but I was immobilized within seconds as the biggest needle I had ever seen came straight at my face. Injection. Ouch. Then I closed my eyes. This was horrible. This was outrageous.
I was gonna die. I heard a strange crunching sound and pressure on my tooth and within seconds i was gushing blood everywhere and the dentist had a large pointy bloody tooth on his tray. Repeat. Now my mouth was full of blood and I knew I was going to die any second. Two of my teeth were gone gaping bleeding holes in their wake, but I had lived. Somehow I had lived. I stopped crying relief swept over me.
I looked to my right and there was a little boy sitting there waiting to be seen for his first dentist appointment. Open mouthed and tearing up, undoubtedly wondering if what had happened to me to make me scream and cry so much would await him.
"It's not that bad" I said to reassure him, though as I spoke the bloody gauze fell out.
I left afterwards, probably instilling the same fear in the little boy as I had had in me.
Never before have I feared so much for my life.
