ok, that’s the weirdest story on the thread if, in fact, it’s true.
When I was a kid, I did not get along with my orthodontist. We yelled at each other all the time. He was an idiot. One day, when I was finally old enough to drive myself to the orthodontist, I just quit going. About a year later, one saturday morning I woke up and decided to take my braces off. It took two days and a tiny pair of needlenose vicegrips. I got roughly 75 percent of them off my teeth and gave up. The remaining 25 percent would come off little by little over the next year or so whenever I got in the mood.
My mom used to do some of her own dental work. She did her own abscess once...left the dead tooth in place though. Awhile later the tooth fell out and she went to the dentist to have it cemented in place and a vernier put on it. It actually turned out pretty good.