My granddaughter had all her wisdom teeth removed yesterday. All my family had it done the sensible way excep me. I had to do them one dreaded dentist visit at a time. Her removal reminded me of when I had the first one done. The dentist started and was having a hard time removing it. He said excuse me and left the room. I've always wondered why he did that. Did he go look up in a book how to remove a difficult tooth? Did he call a more experienced dentist to ask questions or did he simply have to go pee? When he came back into the room he said we're going to have to remove this tooth in pieces. He indicated with his finger how the root was a flat round root and that was keeping the tooth from coming out easily. When he finished he told me not to come back alone when I had another removed. When I got home his receptionest/ aide called to see if I arrived home okay. Years later when Mel died she had retired but saw the obit in the paper and called me to offer her sympathy. I thought that was above and beyond the call of duty. You don't find people who take their job that seriously very often now days.