The... Operation!!!

I nervously enter the dentist room and sit comfortly on the chair. Then the moment arrives as the dentist himself walks into the room, panic stricken I watch his approach knowing what was to come. How can he remain so calm and smiling as he prepares me for the... procedure!!! It began with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR shots in my mouth! The feeling in my mouth was fading fading fading. Then began the worst part of all... I immediately shut my eyes as the knives were brought out and all the other instruments of torture. He removed an American quarter sized piece of flesh from the roof of my mouth and inserted that in my ultra thin gums on the bottom of my mouth. This is to prevent me from the constant worry of knowing if my mouth was hit too hard I would have dentures before I even graduate from college. As the transplantation was completed he began sewing up my mouth– not my whole mouth, I can still speak muahaha, just the wounds. And with a smile he said it was all done. Done? I can't even feel the bottom half of my face! Is it still there? In about a quarter of an hour I was reassured that my entire mouth was definitely still there– ouch! –even if it wasn't all at the original placement. And now I wait patiently for it to heal and hope for no infections. Now not having the doom of the operation looming over me I will admit my dentist was very nice and I look forward to another more pleasant visit with him in two weeks when he will be so kind as to remove the stitches.