The First time: Visit to the Dentist!

March of 2012: One fine day, I was busy picking my tooth. Something had just lodged itself "behind" my molars. I had been experiencing this since long - and I was believing that there was a "hole" there. I was taken to the dentist by my brother. Stanza after stanza from This is going to hurt just a little bit by Ogden Nash, that I had studied at school, came to my mind, as I sat with my mouth wide open on the dentist's chair. It was quite comfortable to sit, rather lay, on the chair till the dentist came around with all his tools and began examining my tooth. Like Nash said in his poetry, " And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope hopen. ", I just wanted to get off from there, never ever to return there again. A prescription for an X-ray was written and handed over. A "panoramic" X-Ray was taken - the dentist pondered over the X-Ray and broke the news to me. I'd require a "surgery" to extract