My mom and the receptionist continue to chat on about insurance and payment.
I feel tired. I had to interact with a new adult that I really didn't want to meet -- the ORTHODONTIST. Even though orthodontists are inherently evil, this guy is really nice. Hmmm... maybe my brother is wrong about them...
I lean my head up against the wall because I'm so tired. Braces. I don't want braces. It's a lot to take in for a twelve-year-old. But, the appointment itself was humdrum and easy -- tooth impressions, pictures, and lots of explanations.
My head is really heavy. Why am I so tired? The receptionist gives me a weird look. I'm trying to listen to what my mom and the receptionist are talking about, but there is this weird buzzing in my ear. The buzzing gets really loud. I can't hear anything but the buzzing. They both look at me -- with great concern.
Everything fades out. The buzzing stops.
Why is everyone staring at me? And what are they saying? Wait. Am I on the floor? How did I get here? It feels like ten people are chattering above my head, but it's probably only 3 -- the receptionist, my mom and the orthodontist. They try to prop me into a chair, but I faint back down onto the floor again. Everyone is chattering at me, but I have no idea what they are saying.
Put me down!
Suddenly, my orthodontist PICKS ME UP. He is carrying me. I'm only half conscious, but the entire conscious half of my brain is mortified. Put me down! Where am I going? He takes me all the way through his office to the back -- to his personal office. Where there is a couch. And lays me down.
If I could have stood up without fainting again, I would have ran out of there out of shear embarrassment! A young tween doesn't get carried by her orthodontist!!??!! Who faints after getting tooth impressions and pictures taken???
Can I leave with half my dignity now?
After they are convinced I will not faint again, I am allowed to leave with my mom. Unharmed, but thoroughly embarrassed.
I have an upcoming root canal (oh, joy!). I am having elective IV sedation for the procedure. I had lots of waivers to sign. Well, either they sedate me, or I run screaming from the office before the procedure is done. I think I'll pick choice A for $500 out-of-pocket. Ouch.This post is in response to Mama Kat's prompt. I actually combined and answered 2 prompts:
1.) Childhood fears you’ve taken into your adult life.
3.) Why were you mortified? Write about a true embarrassing moment as though it was happening in slow motion.