degenerate182 said:

oh man, getting my wisdom teeth pulled out was good times. They gave me some trizolam or something along those lines, its what it said on the package, these pills were tiny .25 mg and they messed me up big time, i only took 2, then i went into the office feeling very high and drunk, falling into coat racks and what not talking to people i didn't know. the best part is my dentists are TWINS identical twins... talk about a trip lol. He asked me if i was feeling high and i replied with a "OH YA!" and  he laughed saying he was gonna stab me in the face with a needle, i reply with a laugh and he stabs away, like 10 times lol. so my face is numb and hes cutting and yanking and what not and its all over in like 45 mins. It didn't hurt me that bad,I iced my face with frozen food bags (no lies) for like the first day all day, and there was no swelling, and no pain... probably due to the fact that I had T3's and Advil 600s for swelling. All in all I'd say it was freaking awesome, and anyone who complains about killing pain and what not is just a wuss, or they didn't get enough drugs ... or there dentist sucked (kind of like my grammar "there dentist") anyway thats my story and remember ICE.

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Dude, they gave me .5mg of Triazolam when I went to have two root canals. I told them I just wanted some nitrous and I would be fine, but the dentist apparently didn't like using nitrous and preferred Halcion instead.

That was my first experience with the paradoxical effect of increased agitation and violent rage with benzos coincidentally. I took .25mg an hour before the appointment and had my dad drive me to the dentist, all the while blabbing my ass off to him in a drunken stupor about god knows what. When we got there I was stumbling around because my upper body wanted to move faster than my feet could. So after nearly taking out the fish tank they gave me another .25mg and took me back to the dentist chair.

When he started sticking me with needles I became very agitated. Apparently I threatened the dentist and his assistant and every time I felt the slightest bit of pain I would physically remove his hands from my mouth.

When it was all over I was muttering strings of 4, 7, and 12 letter expletives as they were leading me out to the waiting room to wait for my dad to pick me up. After about 5 minutes of that nonsense I decided I wanted a cigarette, but in my zoned out stupor I left my pack at home. So off I went, walking straight out of the waiting room and across a busy 6 lane road (3 lanes each way) to the gas station.

-can't remember crossing the street and vaguely remember dropping my wallet and probably $50 in cash all over the gas station floor-

All the sudden I come to and I'm standing in front of the dentist office, smoking a cigarette. I swear it was like I had an idea of what I wanted to do.... then blacked out... and came to with a lit cigarette in my hand. At about that time the dental assistant ran out the front door yelling "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? WE WERE ABOUT TO CALL THE COPS". Apparently I had been gone for 20+ minutes. 

And I think during that time I vaguely remember having a confrontation with someone and almost punching them in the parking lot... 


Needless to say I got my fucking nitrous every time I went to that dentist again, no questions asked.