I’m assuming this was a clinic.
She was probably twilighted just like you. I’m not sure how much law is in the monitoring of twilight patients.
If one wants quality care, one should expect to be paying for that kind of care.
And boy, did I pay for it. Not only was that particular dentist way over my allowed insurance payments, insurance wouldn’t cover what I called my “chicken premium”—the sedative and nitrous. Near as I could tell, they just wanted me to tie a string from the tooth to a truck’s trailer hitch and wait for him to drive away. :)
“Twilighted” is a good word for it. The dental assistants told me later I was very good company, quite chatty, and holding as normal a conversation with them as I could under the circumstances (high as a kite and with a dentist ripping out a tooth)...and I don’t remember a second of it. I took the first pill, they started working on me, I told them it wasn’t having any effect so maybe I needed a second, they gave me a second—turns out I needed one and a half, because that second one just blew me away. Couldn’t focus my eyes for most of the rest of the day.
}:-)4