At about 3/4 of the way through my root canal today I had to pee so bad I thought I was going to explode. I dont think Ive ever had such a strong and overwhelming urge to relieve myself. I was very near letting it all go right there in the dentist chair in front of the dentist and his female assistant. For various reasons I drank a ton of water this morning before leaving to have the procedure done. I was running late so I did not have a chance to hit a restroom before going in the doctor's office HUGE mistake. Also, keep in mind that I have an enlarged prostate gland that's really been acting up lately and if you know anything about an enlarged prostate it can essentially squeeze the living daylights out of your urethra tube (the tube that urine passes through) that connects to your bladder on one end and your tool on the other. When that happens its like someone is squeezing a water hose so tight that the pressure eventually builds behind the squeeze point and has to be released before the whole thing explodes. For me it creates a very urgent need to relieve myself. I do take medication for the problem but I just changed over to a new med and its not totally kicked-in yet. Anyway, so there I am, laying on the dental chair during the procedure tilted so far back that I'm close to sliding off the chair head first if I did have an accident all the urine would have traveled from under my pants across my chest all the way up to my neck and down my armpits. Man, wouldnt that be something to behold?? At the time of crisis I had this mammoth dental contraption in my mouth that spreads the mouth open beyond anything that is naturally possible. There was this large, bright red rubber sheeting in there that was partially hanging out my mouth that is suppose to separate one part of the mouth from the other and help in keeping the mouth stretched open. I don't know how they were able to stuff all that hardware and plastic into one tight little compartment. Right now I don't know what hurts the most, my gutted, root-canald tooth or my whole mouth from being stretched so far open you could have driven an ice rinks Zomboni through it. So, at about halfway through all the relentless drilling I begin to feel the pressure build in my bladder -- and its growing exponentially by the second. It got so bad I swear the office ceiling had a yellow tint to it. I held off as long as I could. I started acting like a 3 year-old boy trying to pinch off the need to pee; I was crossing my legs and stiffening my body to hold it all in. I even put my hands under the apron that was on top of me and loosened my belt buckle a few notches to try and relieve some pressure. What didnt help at all was the fact the apron that was on top of me was the same lead-filled apron they used to take x-rays of the tooth in the beginning. It weighed a ton and was pressing down on my gut. Finally, at about breaking point, I raised my hand in the air to get the dentists attention (I couldnt talk with all that stuff in my mouth). First thing he says is, do you need to go to the restroom? and I give him a big thumbs up. After moving stuff out of the way, he tells me the only restroom is out in the hallway beyond the waiting room. Without a care, I immediately jump off the dentist chair and fly out of the procedure area and across a very, very large waiting room area that has about 15-20 people in it -- all of them sitting there straining their heads and gawking as I run past them. I run out the front door, into the hallway and into the restroom and slam the door behind me where it takes me a good 5 minutes to drain my bladder. Relief at last! While washing my hands I take a look at myself in the mirror over the sink and was very startled by what I saw. Ill tell you, I looked like Frankensteins monster. My mouth was wide open at an angle, there were various pieces of metal and black plastic components protruding out from the orifice and underneath it all there was this blood-red rubber thing, with a hole in it, smashed into my mouth stretching my face into various contorted positions with some of the red rubber stuff hanging down and out and over my mouth and well over my chin it looked like a clumpy mass of blood just hanging there. I looked absolutely hideous and ghastly! I looked like I was having open heart surgery though my mouth. Now the hard part, how do I make it all the way back to the dentists chair without a whole bunch of people in the waiting room wondering what was going on that caused me to run out of the dentists office so quickly. The door to the hallway is on one side of the waiting room and the door to the procedure area is on the opposite side of the room I have to cross this large room full of people to get to where I need to be. After these people saw what I looked like -- and running like a bloody bat out of Hell to the restroom -- I have no doubt there were many in the waiting area that were now having second thoughts about getting their own root canal today. I didnt know what to do, so I just decided to suck it up and march back in there as if nothing happened. So I did. When I opened the door to the waiting room every living persons head in the room spun around to look at me. All of a sudden the notion that I could just casually walk back through this large waiting room, as if nothing happened, was now just a fantasy pipe dream. Some people just flat-out stared with puzzled expressions; others were wide-eyed with their mouths slightly gaped open, and some of the children in the room looked very startled and concerned and leaned into their parent. I felt their eyes burning holes in my back as I passed by them. It seemed like it took a million years to cross the room but I did it and got back into the dentists chair to let him continue to do his thing. Afterward, I said nothing about the pee break to the dentist nor did he mention it to me. The only thing he said before I left was that he suggested I take the door he was pointing to that lead right to the elevators. And I did exactly that. I wonder how many people in that dental office today will make me a topic of conversation at the office cooler or at the dinner table tonight?