Last week I had a tooth pulled-- the front one on the bottom. Right there where everyone can see. When I first went in, the dentist told me the bone was decayed and I needed an extraction, a bone graft and an implant but first an extraction.
He said, "After the extraction and bone graft, it will take about 5 months to heal before we can put in the implant."
Long thoughtful pause from me. "So I'll have no tooth right there in front?"
He hurried to say, "No one leaves this office without a tooth. You will have a temporary replacement fitted to your mouth."
So all went well, and I have a lovely false tooth attached to a retainer that I put in and out of my mouth. But the best part of this whole process was the Valium. He prescribed two pills the night before, and two the morning of the procedure. My normal anxiety (about everything not just dental work) completely evaporated. I can see why women of the Fifties and Sixties went nuts over Valium. Good thing it's no longer readily prescribed by family doctors or I would be hooked for sure.