I was dreading the dentist, given that the previous buccal filling was so miserable, because it answered the question, "What happens if the pain-killers wear off?"
However, this time wasn't bad at all. This visit answered these questions:
What happens if I have to pee while I am at the dentist?
The dentist had me in a position where my head was down and my bladder was up, so I didn't notice I had to pee until they took a break two hours in. When they sat me up, I noticed the double-dose of my new anti-pee pill wasn't as effective as I had hoped. They went off to do other dental checks, and I finally decided I was not going to be able to wait, so I clambered out of the still-flattened dentist's chair and headed for the bathroom. I walked past a random assistant. who alerted my assistant. She just said, flatly, into her headphone, "Kayla." The staff wears these headphones to ask each other for materials and equipment. And to say "Kayla," but to mean "Kayla, your patient's gone rogue." (I froze and told her I wasn't a runner, I just needed to use the restroom.)
What happens if I have a coughing fit while the dentist is actively drilling my teeth?
At the first hack the dentist stops drilling, the assistant starts vacuuming out the spit, all while the chair is elevating, and if you are still coughing while sitting up they peel off the dental dam and let you cough up the tiny drop of water that somehow hit the back of your throat.
What happens if the mold they use to make your temporary cap malfunctions?
They hand-sculpt a new cap with great care, and it looks like a Jolly Rancher.