This(Dis)appointment

I hated my dentist appointments. Sitting on a white leather couch in the waiting room, the hum of the air-conditioner, the soft piano concerto in the background speakers, the blue-and-white tiles on the floor (home to the anxious foot-tappers)...and the smell. UGH. The smell of floss and dental plaster, mixed with the heavy perfume of the grinning receptionist. Being called in, walking down the hall to that room, with all its tools and lights and that god-awful chair..."Tilt you head back and open wide"...I used to stare into the light to avoid staring at her mole cluster...so close...so...close...

Dentists, or rather orthodontists, were more a pain in my ass than anywhere else. I roll my tongue over my teeth now, which have been free from their metalic hold for several years now. I can still feel the gap, but it's much smaller and I like it there. Despite the pain and suffering, despite all the effort, the picture isn't perfect. That's what I have left...pretty close, but not perfect. It's too much to hold expectations, even if you do give it your all and more. I guess all you can do is hope that the gap doesn't get any bigger...I don't quite have the energy for damage control. Time goes by too fast.