Most people wouldn't breathe a word about their little accident if they were to pee the bed. I however, proceeded to tell my SIL, who was driving me to the dentist, the dentist assistant, and the dentist himself. Because that's how I roll. And because by the time I had gotten to the dentist's office, I was good and fucked up because of the other sedation pills. I don't know what they are called...truth serum maybe?
While I was waiting for the dentist to start working on my teeth, I decided I should live tweet the procedure. He was OK with it because he knows I am crazy...and because he's a fun dentist. So after every few steps, he would stop and let me take a selfie. At one point, he even said, "This would make a good picture." The only problem with the live tweeting is that the battery on my phone died half-way through.
I spent the rest of the time in the dentist chair trying to talk. It is very hard to talk when someone is drilling on your teeth, but I managed to talk about all sorts of things...my blog, my stupid dead cell phone that was keeping me from tweeting, me peeing the bed (yes, I told him AGAIN), the fact that I was supposed to be sedated but was wide awake, and could he please just turn up the gas because I didn't think that shit was working either.
I'm sure I said a lot of other stupid things that I don't recall. The good news is, when I go back in two weeks to get my permanent crown, (this I will do without sedation because no drilling will be involved) he will tell me all about it.