Some dentists deserve to be bitten!
I kicked mine.
The rub is, he was actually a great dentist, I trusted him completely and I felt very badly. Plus it was BECAUSE he was trying to keep me comfortable that he got kicked, I was sedated, the hygenist was cleaning, and he was at the foot of the chair, when he turned around I kicked and caught him in the thigh. And didn't remember it at all until he teased me later and showed me the security tape.
He claims it didn't hurt and that a lot of people kick a bit under sedation. Although I had other detists I wish I had kicked. (Actually, I seem to move quite a bit when I'm sedated. I punched myself in the face when I was a little girl and they were doing something to my underarm.)
(NOTE: I canot remember all the details, so some of this is my own memories, some is what the detist told me, and some is what my mom said.)
A different dentist (also a genuinely nice guy) did my wisedom teeth, and due to the difficulty, and my anxiety, he decided to knock me out cold. I remember them putting the gas on me and not really feeling it kick in, but then turning my head and seeing someone put in an I.V. (usually something that would horrify me) and thinking "Hmm... I don't care about that."
The next thing I remember was waking up in a totally diffrent room. Turns out halfway through the extraction I woke up and screamed, so the nurse tried to put me back under, and then "bad things" (Detist's words) started happening. So they took me to the local hospital to "come out" Except the dentist realized what a bad idea it would be to knock me out again, so he finished the surgery there. (This is where its fuzzy. All I know is that the teeth were out of my head when I woke up.)
When I woke up I was really confused. I "fell asleep" in a pretty dental room and woke up in a recovery room with a screaming little kid in the next bed.
A smaller, dumber dentist story:
I have a fear of needles. I've learned to buck up and deal with them, but well into my teens I was terrified. Add to this my detist at the time(not my awesome one who heroicly endured being kicked.) was also my toxic grandmother's and adored her, so even when I asked him to kick her out of the room, she got to stay.
I was getting ready for a cavity to be filled and the dentist got the needle ready, except my grandmother was being obnoxious and "helping" by trying to hold my head down and claiming it was a "squirt gun" not a syringe. (No. Clue. Why.) Well I just wanted confirmation that it was indeed a needle, so I could prepare myself. But my grandmother kept causing a scene, I was freaking out, and when the needle went in (still didn't know there was gonna be a needle, eyes had an old woman's arm over them) I jerked and...
Well, it was quite awhile before my gums looked normal again OR I could eat anything even slightly acidic. Typing this makes my mouth hurt.
I had a new dentist (The awesome one) for my nect appointment. My stepfather was livid that ANYONE would be allowed in an exam room without the paitent's say-so, and hunted down a gem of a doctor.