[caveman]

I have a fuzzy memory of my impacted wisdom teeth being removed. I remember them giving me pills and numbing pretty much my entire face with stuff in syringes. Then they put a gas thing on my nose and I remember having a pretty pleasant, vaguely detached, conversation. I asked nonchalantly if the blood covered instrument in the Dentist's hand was, in fact, a scalpel. He looked hesitantly at his assistant before confirming my suspicion. I nodded, my curiosity sated, and continued a story from my freshman year of college which I doubt they could understand due to the thingy in my mouth holding my tongue halfway down my throat. I also seem to remember the Dentist, huffing and straining, standing astride me on the chair with both hands grasping the pliers he was using to pull out my wisdom teeth. I suspect at some point during the procedure the lines between reality and drug induced hallucination became blurred.

Good luck with your visit, try not to think about bloody scalpels and the force required to rip teeth from your head with pliers.