I don't like dentists, either.

Have you ever experienced the bone cracking inside you body? Hope you haven't. And, I haven't, either. Thank god for my uneventful life. But, this morning, I felt my tooth cracking just right inside my mouth.

I had three of my teeth extracted. Obiviously, this was my third time to have a small surgery. Generally, I should be a experienced patient and feel no fear at all. Frankly, quite the contrary, I did freak out a little bit and get nervous, because the first two surgeries were both terrible and left non-erasable shadow on my mind. I usaully felt easy to go to the dentist. Whrereas, after those two surgeries, I started to hate dentists.

Anyway, this time was much better. It only cost about 10 minutes to pluck out my tooth. The anesthetic really worked and I felt no pain from the beginning to the end. The only scariest thing was that duing the surgery, though there was no pain, and I coudn't see my blood, I strongly felt the strength pushed from the dentist and my skull was totally controlled by his hands. "Open up, good ... relax " said the dentist. Seriously, how can I chill out? If there is someone cupping your cheek, holding a tool like a screwdriver, poking it into your mouth and twisting at the same time, how could you feel relaxed? Seconds late, he shifted a little, took a unknownable tool and he faced upward. I was like, "Hey, where are you looking at? Aren't you supposed to focus on my teeth? " It looked like he's trying to push hard. And I heard my tooth perching inside crashing. It was really weird, because you felt nothing by touch but you feel everything by sound. Finally, the dentist took a tool looking like pliers and I saw my tooth plucked out with blood.

As a matter of fact, I have four teeth to be plucked out. And now there is only one left to be done. You know what, I now totally agree with those kids crying out loud before going to see dentists. Poor kids, and poor me.