Nice and deeply

During the mid 40s it was customary for the Local Health Authority to send representatives from the Dental Clinic to nearby schools, where they carried out examinations of the children's teeth. Needless to say, the majority of the girls and boys required some sort of treatment or other! In my form, year 14, everybody needed some sort of treatment, with most, like myself, requiring extractions.

The dreaded day arrived and we duly arrived at the Local Clinic. Those having treatment were taken to another part of the Clinic, whilst their parents stayed in the Waiting Area.

On reaching the Gas Waiting Room I noticed a girl from my class draped in a red rubber apron. She looked as nervous as I felt! I decided to sit next to her, but to my dissapointment a nurse, also draped in a red rubber apron, called out her name, so before I could enter into any sort of conversation she dissapeared into the adjoining surgery.

As I tried to settle down, still apprehensive about what awaited me next door, a muffled cry came from within the Gas Room. My other class-mates were also on edge as we looked suspiciously at one another. Who would be next? Who might slip out of the door, before their turn came around?

Suddenly the surgery door opened and another young nurse appeared.

She was drop dead gorgeous!

I suddenly found myself quite keen to face my ordeal.

As she approached me, clad, as the other nurse, in the same red rubber apron, my earlier experiences of girls wearing nylon rubberised macs, came flooding back and I was now no longer worried about entering the Gas Room.

"Just slip this on," she asked. She held another red rubber apron in her hands.

As I slipped into it, a so-delicate pair of hands tied it around my neck - and our two bodies came together. From being previously agitated, I was now openly excited and actually keen to follow this delightful girl into the adjoining room. But one more patient was still waiting ahead of me.

Ten minutes later she returned and led me into the Gas Room. Although still apprehensive I followed her closely as she led me to the dental chair. There were two other nurses by the chair. One fixed a belt around my ankles while the other secured another around my waist. (No escape now, I thought.) Meanwhile the other nurse returned, carrying what seemed like a huge red rubber balloon, attached to which was a large red mask with attached goggles.

"Open Wide," somebody said.

"Just bite on this, that's a good chap."

As I widened my mouth, I felt a rubber spring slip into place and the lovely young nurse swept the huge face-mask over my nose and mouth.

"Take a nice deep breath for me," she said. I took in my first whiff of gas and watched through the goggles as the balloon inflated below the mask. I was aware of the softness of another nurse's hands as she gripped mine.

By now I was already becoming light-headed. I gripped the nurse tightly, whilst fumbling with the coldness of the rubber apron that seemed all enveloping.

"Nothing to worry about, you're doing fine," the nurse said.

Suddenly, the chair was raised upwards and I heard echoing as I slid deeply under the gas, still thinking of the delightful nurse as she tightened the mask firmly to the back of the chair.

"Blow nice and deeply, nice and deeply, nice and deeply, nice and deeply..." were the last words I heard.

Ron

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