Oh, dear Lord, I'm deathly afraid of pain. Stubbed my toe and ripped out half my toenail and I was shaking and sweating at the Dr's office as they clipped off the uprooted nail. I almost passed out and gave my Dr. quite some fear too.
After that, I was in so much pain, even after a double dose of vicodin and a double dose of motrin, that I couldn't walk and sleep. I had to use a wheelchair to get around for the next few weeks.
Quite embarassing pushing myself around in a wheelchair with simply a stubbed toe when most people are like without a leg or something. My daughter was so understanding though, she'd ask me constantly "are you okay..." "here's wheelchair for daddy..."
NEways, I still have all four of my wisdom teeth. For some strange reason all my dentists keep wanting to pull them.
I had a cavity in one and the dentist gave me two options:
1) Extraction (highly, highly recommended)
2) Root canal.
Needless to say, I went with the later. The filling kept coming out and a new dentist looks at my teeth and says "who does a root canal on a wisdom tooth?!?" Kept remarking how "no one does a root canal on a wisdom tooth." He also recommended extraction. I told him - put a crown on it, I aint gonna pull my wisdom teeth.
Took three visits (crown fell out after first visit) and lots of pain and lots more vicodin and I was finally better.
I admire your tolerance for pain. My older daughter is the opposite, she gets stuck with a needle for her shots, and doesn't even winch. Go figure - I'm screaming when they give me shots (no mosquito bites that powerful).
