The first thing that happened as I settled into the dentist's chair on my final visit, to get three permanent crowns cemented in, on three of the four far-back teeth in my mouth, two lower and one upper, was the dentist shot the particularly sensitive tooth up with Novocain. She left so the sedation could take effect, and the technician hooked her metal prongee-thing under the temporary crown on one of the other teeth, the one on my upper left side, and jerked it off.
Zing! "Did that hurt?" she asked.
I nodded miserably. It was going to be one of those mornings at the dentist's office.
She wrapped the metal point of her prongee in cotton linen and gently rubbed off the residual cement from the tooth surface. No further pain was provoked, yet.