Every time I visit my dentist he speaks about patients who die in the dental chair. I lay back with my mouth open, and off course it´s impossible for me to speak during the treatment. I can only listen to what´s said over my open mouth, between Mr. Dentist and his nurse. They say that speaking is silver and silence is golden, and it should be – especially for an author as me – but to be honest I´m not sure.
My dentist could have been a really interesting character in any story. While I lie there with him working in my wide oped mouth, he and his nurse starts to talk about patients that died in the dental chair. I have been there twice so far, and they get back to that same topic every time. Should I be afraid?
In a way I really appreciate to have some kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde as my dentist. He would fit in the genre of horror. In my mind I can see how he drills in my tooth, just to slip by accident – ops – and continue the drilling in my brain. As he said; it happens that people die in the dental chair.