There is no buzz, that’s what it’s all about.

…One minute you’re sitting in the chair feeling cheated because you’re not experiencing better living through chemistry; next thing you know you awake in a fog, to the sound of nails scraping on a blackboard somewhere in the vicinity of your eardrum–and then you realize the dentist is still scraping around in your mouth with sharp objects, and you sit very, very still. It’s creepy, but at least it doesn’t hurt until the benzodiazepines wear off.

I just had 23, 24, 25, and 26 extracted. Actually not that much pain, but I have to wait two months before the implants are inserted, and then another three months for the bone to grow into them, before I get finished. Meanwhile, it’s very difficult to yell “you kids get off my lawn” with this damn partial denture. The lisp is pathetic.

All progressives ultimately have trouble with No. 19. Wait’ll they tell you it has to be removed! Then, fun with implants!

And a kindly dentist offers benzodiazepines in the handy take-home bottle as well. With a side of codeine.