The Tooth Fairy Part III

They took another X-ray. Apparently, the panoramic x-ray was not showing him what he wanted to see. So they used the one at the station. Given the amount of pain that I was in, this did not help at all. My mouth was hurting and I needed to hold it open so they could stuff the X-ray adaptor in my mouth. Not fun. Especially since it took 3 people and about 5-10 minutes to get it done. It did though confirm what he said; he had reached the last mile. There was only a little more to go. “There are just two pieces left. I was right there when you stopped me. Let’s see if we can get that out and we’ll be all done.” Again I asked, “Are you going to give me more anesthesias?” He assured me that I’d get more.
Freezing applied he was set to go. However, something wasn’t right. As soon as he started to work, I felt it. Stronger than ever, sharp and direct, more powerful than I could ever comprehend the pain had become something unimaginable. . . It was also unbearable. My moans I noticed had turned to screams.
Being a veteran, I still will refer to myself as a soldier from time to time. My professionalism, sense of duty, integrity and other features were all enhanced by the military. I also had developed a strong sense of pride. This too was now being challenged and my screams were the evidence that this was a challenge I was not going to win. My screams soon turned into pleas, “STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP! I can’t take anymore, you have to stop.” His response… “I almost had it.”
I got a script for Motrin and Tylenol and was on my way. I left the dentist office and the aides there all looked at me with such sympathy in their eyes. I don’t know how many put so many of them apologized. The lady at the front desk in a very saddened look gave me 2 roses on my way out. My mouth stuffed with gauze and the amount of energy it took to even think about saying thank you, resulted in me just waving.
As I walked to my car holding my face, I tried to piece together what just happened. The first thing that came to my mind was the thought, ‘I was going to talk.’ In the military, my SERE’s (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) training was pretty. . . interesting. While not a full course we learned there is a standard answer one is supposed to provide when captured, interrogated and tortured; name, rank and social security number. That is all one is to provide to the enemy. I was now sitting in my car, in pain from what just took place but also trying to identify this new feeling. As I processed it I had that thought again, ‘I was going to talk.’
Pain in my thinking before was something that I thought I could soldier through and endure, this however was different. It took me to a place mentally that went past the moment. It linked me to every painful experience I’ve ever endured, because this was the one that I could not endure. It also linked me to my strong sense of military pride and the thought that I would never talk. “STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP! I can’t take anymore, you have to stop!” I had the feeling that if more words would have come they would have been, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” Their interrogator, ‘The Tooth Fairy’, was known to have effective methods, and I learned firsthand the definition of torture.

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