One more and off to sleep I go, I hope. Speaking of dentists /and/or oral surgeons, when I was 17 I had to have all four of my wisdom teeth cut out. I asked them what they were giving me to put me under. They said, sodium amytal. I didn't know any better. I just thought it was what they used for anesthesia for all their patients. When I was coming out of it or out of the influence of it, I was laying on a stretcher. These nurses came over and were trying to help me off the stretcher. I was in a hostile mood, angry, and didn't know why. I was still groggy and could barely walk without falling unless I was very strong willed, which I was. I told those nurses, get away from me!! I can walk by myself. I don't need your help. They said, let her go ahead and bust her head on the floor then.....Years later comes the flashbacks. I was being interrogated while under the influence of that drug. They wanted to know what I could remember and who I had been talking to about it. They really made me angry. I felt so violated, humiliated, with no privacy at all, being forced to tell the truth about everything they asked. Really bad experience.