Kara hated going to the dentist. She had always had a fear of them, but this was the worst dental experience yet...having her wisdom teeth removed....

She sat there with the dental seat reclined and stared at the ceiling. Her nerves were on red alert and senses in overdrive. Kara focused on all the posters and small little holes in the ceiling tile, occasionally glancing out the window in front of her, so wishing she could be out there. It was as if time stilled and the moment she was in felt like an eternity she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. Kara probably should have had her wisdom teeth out a long time ago. For lack of money, or really better judgement, she preferred to go by the philosophy that if they don't bother you, don't bother them. With her husband's prodding, better insurance, and of course Dr. Smith's recommendation, here she was. It was cheaper though to not be completely put under, so here she was, regretting every moment of that decision.