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
Sorry to say this, but that kind of sounds like fun!
Not the tooth part but the meds....