Hands shaking. Eyes streaming. They said it would be fine. They keep saying I’m doing great. Then why don’t I feel great. One more pill that will calm her down. Sure. Why not. Alone. All alone. A dark room full of equipment that means nothing to me. Finally the doctor. Why won’t they tell me what’s happening. I’m still awake when they said I’d be out. Great, more pills, more gas, it never ends. Still awake. Still crying. Still shaking. I’ll be awake for it all won’t I. I didn’t sign off on this nightmare. I’m nauseous. Finally, sleep.

Wait it’s over? That’s it? Shouldn’t I stay and rest instead of shove me out the door? Why am I still nauseous? Great more throw up. Well that was fun. And I don’t even have a loopy video to show for it.

I told them I had anxiety

But they didn’t care

I was just another body

In the dentist’s chair