When is a trip to the dentist not a trip to the dentist?

When it is a trip to the Oral Surgeon!!! I broke my very farthest back molar. I don't know how I broke it. I woke up with shards of tooth in my mouth is all I can say. The doctor was a VERY nice older man. He understood my problem with dentists. He said, once told of my complete apprehesion at being in his office, that my former dentist was a blight on the occupation as a whole. Now how can a man make such a statement about another member of the dental profession? Because I told him about the time I needed some dental work while pregnant and my current dentist drilled a tooth WITHOUT any anesthesia of any kind. Now tell me something. Use some common sense. What is more stressful on a pregnant body, a dose of novacain OR drilling said pregnant ladies tooth and then having to scrape her off the ceiling of your office before sending her home? EXACTLY!! I went home in a state of shock that probably could have sent a lesser strengthed person into labor. I was shaking so badly that day I could barely walk out of that office on two legs. I almost had to crawl. I am not exaggerating! Dr. K treated me with such kindness today that I wish I could go back to him for ALL of my future dental needs. Now how many people can say they actually would go back willingly to see the dentist (read: Oral Surgeon) that left an almost nickle-sized whole in their head? As I sit here, sipping diet coke, feeling my heartbeat in the side of my head, my tongue feeling as if it has been scalded, my jaw feeling as if I took a slug from a heavy weight boxing champ, I am greatful for Dr. K. And the fact he believes in using ALOT of drugs on a persons mouth before he puts his foot on your forehead and the other other on your jaw, both hands gripping something that looks like pliers while he snatches a gigantic broken tooth out of your head.