It is that time again, time for a random stranger to pry their white gloved hand into my mouth just to prod around and check each tooth meticulously.  Filling out the paper work is very time consuming as each line has to be filled out to the fullest and each bit of information checked twice.  Thumbing through the pages of a Sports Illustrated, the images seem to come alive as the superhuman athletes run, jump, throw, and swim through the pages.  Seconds tick by that seem like hours.  A very distinct smell encircles the room as it wafts passed my nose.  This unique smell is familiar yet very uninviting.   The room is white except for several decent sized posters reminding small children to brush their teeth.  The image is of a small boy looking so overjoyed to be putting an unnecessary amount of toothpaste on his purple dinosaur toothbrush.  In the far corner of the room where the two walls with the posters converge is a book stand from which I picked out the Sport Illustrated which I am currently reading.  The magazines and books are littered through the stand and are haphazardly placed on random shelves.   Each book and magazine looks as if it has gone through a storm if not a lower level hurricane, with the pages tattered at the edges and covers bent back. Tick, Tick, Tick, the time passes so incredibly slow as I sit in this very uncomfortable excuse for a chair.  Looking at my phone occasionally pretending to do something, I grow more and more impatient by the minute.  Nurses peek their heads out from the doors in the back to pluck someone from the waiting room as the receptionists are busily filing and talking on the phone all the while writing information down.  Finally, from the far door I hear my name “Andrew Thomas, follow me right this way”.