Unprepared

I know I should have been prepared. It happens every time. But I just pretend it's not going to happen. I pretend that it won't hurt as bad. I pretend that it's no big deal.

It is a big deal.

As I was sitting there, I was thinking about what I could have done to prevent the pain. Then I moved to thinking about what I could do to stop the pain. Violence was considered. A sound punch to the jaw might have done the trick. My hands clenched as the violent compulsion rushed through me.

Just a little longer, I told myself. It'll be over soon. I could taste the blood.

When I thought I couldn't take it any longer, the dental hygienist finally leaned back and flipped off the glaring spotlight.

"See you in three months for your next cleaning!"

Can't wait.