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A DN sister “gas” story.
A nurse collected the last patient, this time a young schoolgirl, her mum was told to wait for her and as the nurse led her away, I heard her tell her there was nothing to be scared about, and that they had some special black chewing gum for her that she had to bite not chew. An euphemism for the prop no doubt. I’d be next. I thought back to how I’d got myself into the predicament of being in a waiting room queue for gas extractions. I’d applied for a Dental nurse job at a private multiple practice after I had seen an ad for on an internet site and had got an interview. I’d gone straight into dental nursing after leaving school and had been doing it for 2 years, but this practice was a lot bigger and the pay was so much better than the single practice I was at. I’d been interviewed by the Practice Manager, Mrs.Kirsten Forrester, and Mrs. Monika Hoffman one the dentists in the practice. She was very tall, blonde and typically Germanic. The interview had been very early before the practice opened. All had gone extremely well at the interview and I had the impression the job was as good as mine until they asked me what Dental GA experience I had. I replied that my practice didn’t do General Anaesthesia, and that I hadn’t been to any other practice that did so I unfortunately had none. “Have you ever had a GA yourself” asked Kirsten. I said I hadn’t, my dentist had always given me locals. They looked disappointed. “We do a lot of GA’s here” said Kirsten”and we do like our new nurses to have at least an idea of what a GA involves”. I said I’d be only too ready to learn, really meaning I’d be willing to go on a course; however Mrs.Hoffman said “well, our Miss. Bennet, is gassing today so we could get you on her list as a late emergency, so you get a feeling as to what’s involved in having a GA. I’d be a lot happier in offering you the job knowing you’d had a GA. You can then learn how to assist at a GA session on the job.” I looked aghast. “Don’t worry” smiled Mrs. Hoffman “we won’t be taking any teeth out, I won’t tell Miss Bennet who you are, to make it as realistic as possible but I’ll make sure I arrive before they extract to stop Miss.Bennet. It’s important that you to get a real feeling of what it’s like, so you can then really appreciate how our real patients feel!”
I’d wanted the job so much I’d reluctantly agreed and I was told to come back at 4.30 and not to eat or drink anything in between. Mrs. Forrester filled out a record card with all my details for me, so it looked like I needed 2 rear molars, top and bottom, on the left, extracted. I was then added to Miss. Bennet’s list as one of Mrs. Hoffman’s patients as an emergency addition. I arrived back as requested at 4.15. This time I noticed the empty gas cylinders waiting collection just inside the front door. There were a lot there, confirming the statement that they did a lot of GA’s. At the ground floor main desk the receptionist took my appointment card. She told me to go on upstairs to the fourth floor reception. The receptionist there ticked me off on her list and said “you’re seeing Miss. Bennet for some emergency extractions. Have you had gas before?” I shook my head “Any rubber allergies?” I replied no. “You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink since lunchtime?” I again said “no”. She then asked what medication I was taking and if there was any medical history they needed to know. She then asked me to sign the consent form and told me to take a seat “don’t worry” she said “you’ll be fine”. The waiting room had around six patients waiting so I guessed they were a bit behind. I nervously waited clutching my handbag feeling very apprehensive as I watched the other patients get called in. I heard one teenaged girl start crying and then there was silence. She emerged looking very pale, her hair tangled, a trickle of blood had run down her white school blouse and the pad she was pressing to her mouth was getting rapidly soaked with blood. She collapsed into her mum’s arms in tears. “We took four teeth out today” explained the nurse “we’ll do the rest next week”. I wondered how many she was losing in total. The next patient was a middle aged woman; she came back with her mascara smeared and very unsteady on her feet. Her husband escorted her away I heard him say that the sooner she was home the better. I certainly wished I was!
The nurses all wore bottle green, short sleeved dresses that were piped white on the collar and cuffs. They had matching Petersham belts and white shoes. I noticed all the dresses had action pleats in the skirt, but that some had action shoulder pleats, while others just had a central back pleat. I heard a drill start to whirr and wondered if the last woman who’d gone in was having fillings under GA. She was certainly in there a long time and when she came back she didn’t have the obligatory blood stained tissue.
After the last schoolgirl went I realised I would be next. Finally the nurse came for me, she had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and had a white surgical mask slung round her neck “Sorry you had to wait, we’re a bit behind” she said “could you come through now please”. I followed her swishing skirts noticing she had shoulder pleats. “Please use the loo” she said indicating the toilet “and while you’re in there could you please remove your lipstick and blusher” she handed me a pack of wipes “we need to be able to see your true complexion just to make sure you don’t suddenly go “off” on us when you’re under the gas. The mascara is okay you can leave that”. I went in the loo and did as she said. She then showed me into the surgery at the end of the hall. Once inside my attention immediately went to the large black leather dental chair and the gas machine positioned immediately behind it. A dentist who I assumed to be Miss Bennet was replacing one of the nitrous oxide cylinders. I saw that the machine had a number of vaporisers, I had been expecting to see Halothane, but these had agents labelled Isoflurane, Desflurane and Sevoflurane. I shivered at the sight of the long snakelike black, corrugated, rubber tubing and the big, black rubber, rebreathing bag. I saw the white lettering on its side said “2.5 litre anti static”. No mask was fitted, but I saw there was a collection, together with intubation tubes, ambu bags, spare hoses etc on a tray on the side cabinet. There were Goldman nasal masks, twin tubed Hewitt nasal masks, contoured full face masks and flat pad full face masks in a variety of sizes. I wondered what they’d use on me.
Miss Bennet was older than I’d expected, around 55, with her grey hair pulled tightly back into a tight bun. She was wearing an ankle length dark green operating theatre gown over pale green scrubs. She had a green surgical mask slung round her neck and she was wearing yellow surgical gloves. She curtly introduced herself and said she’d be giving me the anaesthetic and went back to what she was doing. Her colleague, who was by the chair, was a bit younger, probably in his forties, and he too had a dark green gown. I noticed a smear of blood on the tight white woollen cuffs and several other dark smears where blood had dried on his gown. He introduced himself as Mr. Davis and told me that he’d be taking my teeth out and that there was nothing to worry about. The nurse, who I gathered was called Fiona, took my long leather coat and my handbag and hung them behind the door. Another nurse was busy at the steriliser; she was older than Fiona, and fatter with black hair. She was dressed in the same bottle green uniform.
Fiona ushered me over to the chair, I spotted a further gas machine, with a plastic cover over it, in the corner, presumably as a spare. I sunk into the leather of the chair and Fiona fastened the waist strap “we don’t want you falling out” she smiled, she then pulled the padded foot restraint up and over my feet “or trying to run off!” she said. She then tightly tied the long heavy red rubber bib round my neck. It covered my arms and went to below my waist. It had a stitched debris trap along its bottom edge. The rubber felt cold on my bare arms and I was conscious that the weight was pressing through my blouse and bra onto my nipples which felt aroused. Finally she tied my hair back into a ponytail “just in case it fouls the mask” she explained. My hands gripped the armrest as the chair began to rise and then there was that sickening sensation as it began to tip back and back. My head was pressed firmly back into the padded headrest as I gazed up into the blinding overhead light.
Brenda had got an arm board which she fitted to the chair. She strapped my arm to it with Velcro straps. She then fitted a blood pressure cuff and fitted a syringe, without its d**g ampoule to the board. “We just like to be prepared in case you need an injection “she explained. I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed with at their efficiency or not! She then lifted up the bib and undid my blouse so she could stick two heart monitor electrodes onto my chest which she then connected then up to a monitor.
Fiona had dropped a tablet into the glass on the spittoon and it started to fizz away producing a pale red mouthwash. She then pulled up her surgical mask and pulled on her surgical gloves wriggling her fingers into them. The other nurse, who Mr Davis called, Brenda, had begun to arrange instruments on the tray that projected out from the drill rig. I immediately recognised the Warwick James elevators, the Winter’s elevators and the various extraction forceps for roots, incisors, canines and molars. “Where’s Mrs. Hoffman?” I asked. “Don’t worry about her” said Miss Bennet, “even though you’re her patient she doesn’t have to be here as we’re quite capable of doing what’s required”. I wished that she was there, as I was now really scared. “Which prop do you want Mr. Davis?” asked Brenda. She had now also put on her gloves and pulled up her mask. He looked at my chart “two Devonshire’s please; as I see we’ll need to switch sides to do all that’s needed”. Switch sides I thought I’m only supposed to be having 2 out on the left, what’s he talking about?
“Excuse me” I said “how many are you taking out?” Mr.Davis looked quizzically at me “Why the four that are giving you trouble of course, the rear top and bottom molars on each side” he said “it’s on the consent you signed, and in your file. They are very decayed according to Mrs.Hoffman”. I was horrified, and was just about to try to remonstrate with him, but at that point Brenda told me to open wide. I instinctively did as I was told and she slipped the triangular shaped black rubber prop between my back teeth on the right. A retrieval chain hung out of my mouth with a rubber tag on it. The second prop, and a Ferguson gag were added to the tray with the other instruments. The rubber prop wedged my mouth wide open, so I couldn’t speak, it was really unpleasant. “Bite hard pet” she said “I know it’s uncomfortable, but we need to keep your mouth open while you’re asleep. Don’t worry you can’t swallow it because of the chain.” I thought back to the instruments on the tray that I’d seen. Of course it now all made sense, as there was an upper right molar forceps, and its left hand equivalents lower molar forceps for left and right plus Read’s narrow forceps should the root be retained and upper and lower split beak forceps and also the elevators were in left and right patterns.
I didn’t have long to think about the situation as Miss Bennet had fitted a large black Goldman nasal mask to the end of the elephant tubing. She pressed it over my nose “nice deep breathes please” she said as the anaesthetic gas began to bubble through the vapouriser and the black bag began to rhythmically inflate. “Don’t mouth breathe” said Miss Bennet “or I’ll use a mouth cover!”. I felt suitably warned. All the staff had now masked and Mr.Davis and Fiona had also put on face visors, so I guessed they’d be doing the extractions while Brenda assisted Miss Bennet. Brenda had hold of my hand and was telling me condescendingly what a good girl I was being and how I had to let myself go with the gas. I was really scared, where was Mrs.Hoffman? The gas was making me feel very detached, my tongue and lips felt huge, and I felt warmth spreading in my hands and feet. I was thinking strange thoughts like had my skirt ridden up in the chair so they could see my knickers. Suddenly I felt a feeling of great despair start to spread over me as the gas took effect. I tried to shake my head, but Miss Bonnet’s gloved hand was firmly under my chin tipping my head back. Brenda was continuing to tell me what a poppet I was, as the room started to spin and her words were echoing. I felt so emotional and confused, I wanted to go home. The waist strap and the foot restraint pressing on my boots stopped me struggling. I could see Miss Bonnet’s other gloved hand begin to gently massage the re-breathing bag squeezing more of the gas into me. Mr. Davis stood patiently waiting already holding the forceps. I thought my nipples were going to pop as they seemed so hard and I had a horrible feeling I was getting sticky and damp between my legs. I felt strangely excited by the fact I was so helpless. My fingers were losing their grip on the chair arms as a red haze started to creep over my vision. I wasn’t sure if it was me or Miss Bennet who whispered “Mrs. Hoffman isn’t coming”. I felt myself start to fall into the spinning red haze and as “coming” echoed and repeated it self as if it was on an endless loop, the blackness swallowed me up.
The red swirling had become white with tinges of red. I could see four white lumps in the distance. Someone said something. I tried concentrating and realised it was Fiona saying “Good girl, it’s all over”. She was wearing a long, red rubber apron, no doubt to keep her uniform clean during the recovery. She still had her mask, and gloves on but had added a face visor like Fiona’s. “Spit out please” said Brenda. I realised they were holding me over the spittoon and the white swirling was the water going down the plughole. In the debris trap were four bloodied molars. I tasted blood and spat a lot out. I felt awful like I had a huge hangover. I couldn’t feel anything in my mouth, but I could see bloodstained packs hanging out of the sides. The bastards had really taken my teeth out! I couldn’t blame them as they hadn’t known. Those teeth were filled, so even though there was no sign of decay on the surface there could have been an abscess or something in them under the fillings. How I hated that Mrs.Hoffman. I felt so wretched and emotional that I suddenly started crying. “There, there poppet” said Brenda, she cuddled me to her motherly breasts. I could smell the damp rubber of her apron “it’s all over; you were such a very good girl for us”. I blubbed that I hadn’t been meant to have my teeth out, but Brenda must have assumed I was in post anaesthetic confusion and just held me tight while making sympathetic “there, there” noises. “Let’s flush some more gas out of you” said Fiona holding a full face mask in her hand “that will help you become less confused”. She held the black, rubber, full face mask over my nose and mouth. The contoured mask’s cushioned edges fitted snugly over my nose and mouth. “Deep breathing” she instructed “blow up the bag”. I did as I was told; the cool clear oxygen did indeed help. I caught a distorted glimpse of myself in the polished steel surface of the instrument stand. My mascara was smeared where I’d been crying, my face was puffy as the bruising from the extractions started to come out, my hair was dishevelled and I looked as awful as I felt. Mr Davis reappeared. “How is she?” he asked Brenda. “A little bit confused, but okay. The bleeding is slowing down. ““Good” he said “I really had to dig those bottom ones out!”
Fortunately Fiona felt I’d had enough oxygen and removed the mask. I summoned all my resources to remain as calm as possible, and to try to be coherent and convincing, as I tried to explain what had happened. Mr.Davis looked bemused. “We haven’t had any interviews for a new nurse” he said. “I was emailed it” I said. He looked intrigued
“We have no net access here”. “Can I see Kirsten?” I asked. “Kirsten? We haven’t got a Kirsten.” “She’s your practice manager!” I almost screamed. “No, our practice manager is a Maggie Dunlop”. “Well what about Mrs.Hoffman?” I asked. “She’s upstairs” he said “I’ll ask her to come down”. He used the phone. Shortly a short black haired woman in her forties appeared wearing blue surgical scrubs. “Can I help?” she said “I’m Monika Hoffman”. “You can’t be” I said “she’s tall, blonde, and Germanic looking”. She looked puzzled “that’s sounds like that temporary receptionist that we had to get rid of, we had suspicions that she was using the gas equipment out of hours.” I moaned, it looked like I’d been set up though I couldn’t understand why. I slowly explained everything that had happened. They were horrified. I described Kirsten and it seemed she was a cleaner that they had, which would explain a lot, as she had the practice keys and was in obviously in league with Monika. There didn’t seem a lot of point in involving the police as I had no way of knowing where these people were and I felt so stupid. The practice also didn’t want the bad publicity and agreed to pay me compensation. Once I’d fully recovered Mr.Davis drove me home. He kept saying how sorry he was and he asked if he could take me to dinner next week after I was feeling better. He was rather dishy, so I said yes, I’m wondering once we get to know each other, if I dare ask him if he’d gas me, as I keep finding myself fantasying about the black mask, and the feelings I had as I went under. I think I will soon!.
The end?
DN sister.
A nurse collected the last patient, this time a young schoolgirl, her mum was told to wait for her and as the nurse led her away, I heard her tell her there was nothing to be scared about, and that they had some special black chewing gum for her that she had to bite not chew. An euphemism for the prop no doubt. I’d be next. I thought back to how I’d got myself into the predicament of being in a waiting room queue for gas extractions. I’d applied for a Dental nurse job at a private multiple practice after I had seen an ad for on an internet site and had got an interview. I’d gone straight into dental nursing after leaving school and had been doing it for 2 years, but this practice was a lot bigger and the pay was so much better than the single practice I was at. I’d been interviewed by the Practice Manager, Mrs.Kirsten Forrester, and Mrs. Monika Hoffman one the dentists in the practice. She was very tall, blonde and typically Germanic. The interview had been very early before the practice opened. All had gone extremely well at the interview and I had the impression the job was as good as mine until they asked me what Dental GA experience I had. I replied that my practice didn’t do General Anaesthesia, and that I hadn’t been to any other practice that did so I unfortunately had none. “Have you ever had a GA yourself” asked Kirsten. I said I hadn’t, my dentist had always given me locals. They looked disappointed. “We do a lot of GA’s here” said Kirsten”and we do like our new nurses to have at least an idea of what a GA involves”. I said I’d be only too ready to learn, really meaning I’d be willing to go on a course; however Mrs.Hoffman said “well, our Miss. Bennet, is gassing today so we could get you on her list as a late emergency, so you get a feeling as to what’s involved in having a GA. I’d be a lot happier in offering you the job knowing you’d had a GA. You can then learn how to assist at a GA session on the job.” I looked aghast. “Don’t worry” smiled Mrs. Hoffman “we won’t be taking any teeth out, I won’t tell Miss Bennet who you are, to make it as realistic as possible but I’ll make sure I arrive before they extract to stop Miss.Bennet. It’s important that you to get a real feeling of what it’s like, so you can then really appreciate how our real patients feel!”
I’d wanted the job so much I’d reluctantly agreed and I was told to come back at 4.30 and not to eat or drink anything in between. Mrs. Forrester filled out a record card with all my details for me, so it looked like I needed 2 rear molars, top and bottom, on the left, extracted. I was then added to Miss. Bennet’s list as one of Mrs. Hoffman’s patients as an emergency addition. I arrived back as requested at 4.15. This time I noticed the empty gas cylinders waiting collection just inside the front door. There were a lot there, confirming the statement that they did a lot of GA’s. At the ground floor main desk the receptionist took my appointment card. She told me to go on upstairs to the fourth floor reception. The receptionist there ticked me off on her list and said “you’re seeing Miss. Bennet for some emergency extractions. Have you had gas before?” I shook my head “Any rubber allergies?” I replied no. “You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink since lunchtime?” I again said “no”. She then asked what medication I was taking and if there was any medical history they needed to know. She then asked me to sign the consent form and told me to take a seat “don’t worry” she said “you’ll be fine”. The waiting room had around six patients waiting so I guessed they were a bit behind. I nervously waited clutching my handbag feeling very apprehensive as I watched the other patients get called in. I heard one teenaged girl start crying and then there was silence. She emerged looking very pale, her hair tangled, a trickle of blood had run down her white school blouse and the pad she was pressing to her mouth was getting rapidly soaked with blood. She collapsed into her mum’s arms in tears. “We took four teeth out today” explained the nurse “we’ll do the rest next week”. I wondered how many she was losing in total. The next patient was a middle aged woman; she came back with her mascara smeared and very unsteady on her feet. Her husband escorted her away I heard him say that the sooner she was home the better. I certainly wished I was!
The nurses all wore bottle green, short sleeved dresses that were piped white on the collar and cuffs. They had matching Petersham belts and white shoes. I noticed all the dresses had action pleats in the skirt, but that some had action shoulder pleats, while others just had a central back pleat. I heard a drill start to whirr and wondered if the last woman who’d gone in was having fillings under GA. She was certainly in there a long time and when she came back she didn’t have the obligatory blood stained tissue.
After the last schoolgirl went I realised I would be next. Finally the nurse came for me, she had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and had a white surgical mask slung round her neck “Sorry you had to wait, we’re a bit behind” she said “could you come through now please”. I followed her swishing skirts noticing she had shoulder pleats. “Please use the loo” she said indicating the toilet “and while you’re in there could you please remove your lipstick and blusher” she handed me a pack of wipes “we need to be able to see your true complexion just to make sure you don’t suddenly go “off” on us when you’re under the gas. The mascara is okay you can leave that”. I went in the loo and did as she said. She then showed me into the surgery at the end of the hall. Once inside my attention immediately went to the large black leather dental chair and the gas machine positioned immediately behind it. A dentist who I assumed to be Miss Bennet was replacing one of the nitrous oxide cylinders. I saw that the machine had a number of vaporisers, I had been expecting to see Halothane, but these had agents labelled Isoflurane, Desflurane and Sevoflurane. I shivered at the sight of the long snakelike black, corrugated, rubber tubing and the big, black rubber, rebreathing bag. I saw the white lettering on its side said “2.5 litre anti static”. No mask was fitted, but I saw there was a collection, together with intubation tubes, ambu bags, spare hoses etc on a tray on the side cabinet. There were Goldman nasal masks, twin tubed Hewitt nasal masks, contoured full face masks and flat pad full face masks in a variety of sizes. I wondered what they’d use on me.
Miss Bennet was older than I’d expected, around 55, with her grey hair pulled tightly back into a tight bun. She was wearing an ankle length dark green operating theatre gown over pale green scrubs. She had a green surgical mask slung round her neck and she was wearing yellow surgical gloves. She curtly introduced herself and said she’d be giving me the anaesthetic and went back to what she was doing. Her colleague, who was by the chair, was a bit younger, probably in his forties, and he too had a dark green gown. I noticed a smear of blood on the tight white woollen cuffs and several other dark smears where blood had dried on his gown. He introduced himself as Mr. Davis and told me that he’d be taking my teeth out and that there was nothing to worry about. The nurse, who I gathered was called Fiona, took my long leather coat and my handbag and hung them behind the door. Another nurse was busy at the steriliser; she was older than Fiona, and fatter with black hair. She was dressed in the same bottle green uniform.
Fiona ushered me over to the chair, I spotted a further gas machine, with a plastic cover over it, in the corner, presumably as a spare. I sunk into the leather of the chair and Fiona fastened the waist strap “we don’t want you falling out” she smiled, she then pulled the padded foot restraint up and over my feet “or trying to run off!” she said. She then tightly tied the long heavy red rubber bib round my neck. It covered my arms and went to below my waist. It had a stitched debris trap along its bottom edge. The rubber felt cold on my bare arms and I was conscious that the weight was pressing through my blouse and bra onto my nipples which felt aroused. Finally she tied my hair back into a ponytail “just in case it fouls the mask” she explained. My hands gripped the armrest as the chair began to rise and then there was that sickening sensation as it began to tip back and back. My head was pressed firmly back into the padded headrest as I gazed up into the blinding overhead light.
Brenda had got an arm board which she fitted to the chair. She strapped my arm to it with Velcro straps. She then fitted a blood pressure cuff and fitted a syringe, without its d**g ampoule to the board. “We just like to be prepared in case you need an injection “she explained. I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed with at their efficiency or not! She then lifted up the bib and undid my blouse so she could stick two heart monitor electrodes onto my chest which she then connected then up to a monitor.
Fiona had dropped a tablet into the glass on the spittoon and it started to fizz away producing a pale red mouthwash. She then pulled up her surgical mask and pulled on her surgical gloves wriggling her fingers into them. The other nurse, who Mr Davis called, Brenda, had begun to arrange instruments on the tray that projected out from the drill rig. I immediately recognised the Warwick James elevators, the Winter’s elevators and the various extraction forceps for roots, incisors, canines and molars. “Where’s Mrs. Hoffman?” I asked. “Don’t worry about her” said Miss Bennet, “even though you’re her patient she doesn’t have to be here as we’re quite capable of doing what’s required”. I wished that she was there, as I was now really scared. “Which prop do you want Mr. Davis?” asked Brenda. She had now also put on her gloves and pulled up her mask. He looked at my chart “two Devonshire’s please; as I see we’ll need to switch sides to do all that’s needed”. Switch sides I thought I’m only supposed to be having 2 out on the left, what’s he talking about?
“Excuse me” I said “how many are you taking out?” Mr.Davis looked quizzically at me “Why the four that are giving you trouble of course, the rear top and bottom molars on each side” he said “it’s on the consent you signed, and in your file. They are very decayed according to Mrs.Hoffman”. I was horrified, and was just about to try to remonstrate with him, but at that point Brenda told me to open wide. I instinctively did as I was told and she slipped the triangular shaped black rubber prop between my back teeth on the right. A retrieval chain hung out of my mouth with a rubber tag on it. The second prop, and a Ferguson gag were added to the tray with the other instruments. The rubber prop wedged my mouth wide open, so I couldn’t speak, it was really unpleasant. “Bite hard pet” she said “I know it’s uncomfortable, but we need to keep your mouth open while you’re asleep. Don’t worry you can’t swallow it because of the chain.” I thought back to the instruments on the tray that I’d seen. Of course it now all made sense, as there was an upper right molar forceps, and its left hand equivalents lower molar forceps for left and right plus Read’s narrow forceps should the root be retained and upper and lower split beak forceps and also the elevators were in left and right patterns.
I didn’t have long to think about the situation as Miss Bennet had fitted a large black Goldman nasal mask to the end of the elephant tubing. She pressed it over my nose “nice deep breathes please” she said as the anaesthetic gas began to bubble through the vapouriser and the black bag began to rhythmically inflate. “Don’t mouth breathe” said Miss Bennet “or I’ll use a mouth cover!”. I felt suitably warned. All the staff had now masked and Mr.Davis and Fiona had also put on face visors, so I guessed they’d be doing the extractions while Brenda assisted Miss Bennet. Brenda had hold of my hand and was telling me condescendingly what a good girl I was being and how I had to let myself go with the gas. I was really scared, where was Mrs.Hoffman? The gas was making me feel very detached, my tongue and lips felt huge, and I felt warmth spreading in my hands and feet. I was thinking strange thoughts like had my skirt ridden up in the chair so they could see my knickers. Suddenly I felt a feeling of great despair start to spread over me as the gas took effect. I tried to shake my head, but Miss Bonnet’s gloved hand was firmly under my chin tipping my head back. Brenda was continuing to tell me what a poppet I was, as the room started to spin and her words were echoing. I felt so emotional and confused, I wanted to go home. The waist strap and the foot restraint pressing on my boots stopped me struggling. I could see Miss Bonnet’s other gloved hand begin to gently massage the re-breathing bag squeezing more of the gas into me. Mr. Davis stood patiently waiting already holding the forceps. I thought my nipples were going to pop as they seemed so hard and I had a horrible feeling I was getting sticky and damp between my legs. I felt strangely excited by the fact I was so helpless. My fingers were losing their grip on the chair arms as a red haze started to creep over my vision. I wasn’t sure if it was me or Miss Bennet who whispered “Mrs. Hoffman isn’t coming”. I felt myself start to fall into the spinning red haze and as “coming” echoed and repeated it self as if it was on an endless loop, the blackness swallowed me up.
The red swirling had become white with tinges of red. I could see four white lumps in the distance. Someone said something. I tried concentrating and realised it was Fiona saying “Good girl, it’s all over”. She was wearing a long, red rubber apron, no doubt to keep her uniform clean during the recovery. She still had her mask, and gloves on but had added a face visor like Fiona’s. “Spit out please” said Brenda. I realised they were holding me over the spittoon and the white swirling was the water going down the plughole. In the debris trap were four bloodied molars. I tasted blood and spat a lot out. I felt awful like I had a huge hangover. I couldn’t feel anything in my mouth, but I could see bloodstained packs hanging out of the sides. The bastards had really taken my teeth out! I couldn’t blame them as they hadn’t known. Those teeth were filled, so even though there was no sign of decay on the surface there could have been an abscess or something in them under the fillings. How I hated that Mrs.Hoffman. I felt so wretched and emotional that I suddenly started crying. “There, there poppet” said Brenda, she cuddled me to her motherly breasts. I could smell the damp rubber of her apron “it’s all over; you were such a very good girl for us”. I blubbed that I hadn’t been meant to have my teeth out, but Brenda must have assumed I was in post anaesthetic confusion and just held me tight while making sympathetic “there, there” noises. “Let’s flush some more gas out of you” said Fiona holding a full face mask in her hand “that will help you become less confused”. She held the black, rubber, full face mask over my nose and mouth. The contoured mask’s cushioned edges fitted snugly over my nose and mouth. “Deep breathing” she instructed “blow up the bag”. I did as I was told; the cool clear oxygen did indeed help. I caught a distorted glimpse of myself in the polished steel surface of the instrument stand. My mascara was smeared where I’d been crying, my face was puffy as the bruising from the extractions started to come out, my hair was dishevelled and I looked as awful as I felt. Mr Davis reappeared. “How is she?” he asked Brenda. “A little bit confused, but okay. The bleeding is slowing down. ““Good” he said “I really had to dig those bottom ones out!”
Fortunately Fiona felt I’d had enough oxygen and removed the mask. I summoned all my resources to remain as calm as possible, and to try to be coherent and convincing, as I tried to explain what had happened. Mr.Davis looked bemused. “We haven’t had any interviews for a new nurse” he said. “I was emailed it” I said. He looked intrigued
“We have no net access here”. “Can I see Kirsten?” I asked. “Kirsten? We haven’t got a Kirsten.” “She’s your practice manager!” I almost screamed. “No, our practice manager is a Maggie Dunlop”. “Well what about Mrs.Hoffman?” I asked. “She’s upstairs” he said “I’ll ask her to come down”. He used the phone. Shortly a short black haired woman in her forties appeared wearing blue surgical scrubs. “Can I help?” she said “I’m Monika Hoffman”. “You can’t be” I said “she’s tall, blonde, and Germanic looking”. She looked puzzled “that’s sounds like that temporary receptionist that we had to get rid of, we had suspicions that she was using the gas equipment out of hours.” I moaned, it looked like I’d been set up though I couldn’t understand why. I slowly explained everything that had happened. They were horrified. I described Kirsten and it seemed she was a cleaner that they had, which would explain a lot, as she had the practice keys and was in obviously in league with Monika. There didn’t seem a lot of point in involving the police as I had no way of knowing where these people were and I felt so stupid. The practice also didn’t want the bad publicity and agreed to pay me compensation. Once I’d fully recovered Mr.Davis drove me home. He kept saying how sorry he was and he asked if he could take me to dinner next week after I was feeling better. He was rather dishy, so I said yes, I’m wondering once we get to know each other, if I dare ask him if he’d gas me, as I keep finding myself fantasying about the black mask, and the feelings I had as I went under. I think I will soon!.
The end?
DN sister.
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