We sit opposing one another like a set of badly fitting dentures avoiding eye contact at all costs, staring at each others knees hiding behind last year's magazines. The condemned on death row. We listen to the whining drill not drowned out by the radio at all. sitting rigidly to attention gripping the chair arms with vice like grip. The receptionist oblivious to screams and groans sits munching chocolate digestives, one by one, in the patients go. Suddenly, it's my turn. Rigid with fear, the chair reclines, but I don't. "Come now, relax, open wide, let's have a little look inside" Surrendering myself, I lose control Laying there quietly, just waiting, For a chance to bite back.