I remember a time I went to my dentist.
I had to go in during a school day to get some teeth pulled (because I had extras in my mouth, which caused stacking). She knew that I hated being knocked out (because anesthesia fucks with my brain for a bit, and I fucking HATE that), and she knew my mom and dad didn’t want me to miss school, either (they scheduled the visit during lunch hour). I had to get 4 teeth pulled, and had 65 minutes to do it.
Her solution? A REALLY good local anesthetic, some pullers (basically dental pliers), and some elbow grease. I’ll never forget it, because her hygienist had a look of equal parts shock, horror, and amesument while watching.
After, she gave me some Powerade, a Moon Pie, and my teeth in a small bag, and sent me back to school.