Monday, August 29, 2011

Daria Goes to the Dentist

"Daria!" called her mother from the bottom of the stairs. "Daria! Where are you?" Not a peep was heard from Daria. This was rather unusual. Daria was usually quite a chatterbox. "Daria, it's time to go!"

Daria's sister, Kate, came down the stairs with her heels clicking noisily on the floor. "Do you have to make all that racket?" asked their mother who by now was stressed out and angry. "Where is your sister? We are going to be late!"

Kate shrugged and slipped her arms into her blue jean jacket that was hanging over the railing of the stairs. Mommy sighed and rushed back up the stairs still calling for Daria. She hurried into Daria's room and looked around.  There was no sign of Daria. She was just about to leave the room when she spied a pair of pink fuzzy socks peeking out from behind the door. She swung the door open so quickly that Daria practically fell on the floor. "Daria!" exclaimed her mother angrily. "I have been calling you and calling you. Where have you been? It's time to go. Put your shoes on."

Daria sat down on her bed and stared at the floor. "I'm not going." she said calmly without looking at her mother.

"What do you mean, you're not going?" her mother replied trying to remain calm as well.

"My teeth are good. I don't need to go to the dentist." insisted Daria.

"I'm sure you're teeth are good. You still need to have them checked." replied her mother equally as insistently.

Daria looked up at her mother. She  looked scared. She looked as though she were about too cry. Her mother scooped her up in her arms and kissed her. "Don't worry. It's going to be fine." she promised. She helped Daria put her sneakers and on and carried her down the stairs where she helped her put her favorite purple jacket on. Daria was so nervous that she didn't even mind that her mother was carrying her around like a baby.

They  got in the car. Daria would usually be chattering away throughout the ride. Instead she was unusually quiet. "What's the matter with you, squirt?" asked Kate. Daria ignored her and stared out the window.

"Let it go, Kate." warned their mother. Kate shrugged, put her i-pod ear buds in, and began softly singing to the music in her ears.

Soon they arrived at the dentist. Daria shivered with fear. She gripped the door handle, but did  not open it. Mommy opened the door. Daria would not let go. Mommy gently pried her hands off the handle and helped her out of the car. She hurried a still frightened Daria into the waiting room of the dentist's office and led her to a chair. "Sit." she ordered. Daria  sat quickly and quietly even though what she really wanted to do was run out the door. She kept looking at the door and wishing she was anywhere but where she was at that moment.

All too quickly, the grey haired nurse, was calling Daria's name. Daria did not budge. She was too scared to move. Maybe, she had heard wrong she hoped and they weren't calling her at all.

"Daria Popov." repeated the nurse impatiently as though Daria was wasting her time which she pretty much was. Daria's mother pulled her out of her chair and led her into the other room after the nurse. The nurse pointed to a big blue leather dental chair. Daria didn't move, but her mother gently ushered her into the chair.

"I'll be right here with you." her mother promised slipping to the back of the room as the dentist entered.

The dentist was tall and had short brown hair and sparkly eyes. He reminded Daria of her Uncle Ben. Daria loved her Uncle Ben. He always brought her Mrs. Field's cookies and told the funniest jokes. Somebody who looked just like Uncle Ben couldn't be all bad, could they? Daria still didn't feel comforted though. After all, Uncle Ben never tried poking around in her mouth like the dentist was about to do.

"Hi, Daria." the dentist greeted her cheerfully. "I'm Dr. Dixon. I'm going to examine your teeth." His voice sounded warm and friendly, and made him remind her of her uncle even more, but still she was not sure. Dr. Dixon told her to open her mouth. Daria didn't really want to, but she figured the sooner she did what she was told the sooner she could get out of there so she opened. Dr. Dixon checked her teeth. So far it didn't hurt at all. Daria was relieved. "Was that all? Can I go home now?" she asked eagerly finally finding her voice.

Dr Dixon smiled and his eyes sparkled. "I just have to clean your teeth." he replied.

Daria's heart sank. This was  it she thought. This was where he got out the drills and the pain began. However much to her surprise all he got out was some kind of funny looking electric brush and some funny looking pasty stuff. The brush turned out to be a toothbrush and the paste turned out to be toothpaste. Dr. Dixon put some toothpaste on the brush and began brushing her teeth. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it kind of tickled. She even liked the pepperminty tasty of the toothpaste.

Before she knew it, Daria's teeth were all cleaned and Dr. Dixon was ushering her out of the chair. "We'll see you in six months." he said handing her chart to the nurse. Daria and her mother followed the nurse back into the other room where the nurse put Daria's chart on the counter. The woman behind the counter took the chart. Then, she showed Daria a treasure chest and let her pick out a little toy. Daria selected an elephant finger puppet.

"Well, Daria that wasn't so bad. Was it? "asked her mother while they waited for Kate to finish her dental appointment.

"Can we go to the dentist every day?" asked Daria smiling while holding up her new finger puppet  and admiring it as she ran her tongue over her really fresh and clean feeling teeth. Her mother laughed and hugged  her.

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