I finally had to get that crater of a molar -- tooth #19 if you're really interested -- crowned. I'd been grinding that bugger down for years and it was getting frighteningly close to the root. So, off I went to get it sized up. Little did I know, it would take nearly three hours in the dental chair, five jabs with the needle, and two trips to the restroom. Yikes! Never in my life did I need to take even a single pee while undergoing a dental procedure. And it's not easy to express the need to empty your bladder when you can hardly speak.
"Wuh eh bu pussible fuh mu tu u deh rusrum?"
Off to the toilet I went wearing a bib and a bunch of crap in my mouth.
The whole thing took too long because of the difficulty involved in getting that tooth numb. All totaled, it took five shots to squelch the pain I experienced when the dentist was torturing me with that damned drill. Even after the last shot, there was a little discomfort, which I was able to keep to myself, since it was manageable. I just wanted to get the hell out of that chair.
Before the technician could finish fitting the temporary crown, my fucking bladder filled up again. I've never felt so embarrassed and old. Next time I have to have such a procedure, I'll make sure I'm completely dehydrated.