This is all I think about lately. I have three more to go that really HAVE to come out in the near future if I want my mouth to survive. My first one was taken out about 3-4 years ago. It was so decayed and broken that it hurt ferociously, which is why I went to have it removed. So I could do things like, you know, think about subjects other than pain. The oral surgeon gave me a prescription for painkillers (the name escapes me at the moment), but the only pain killer I needed was the anti-pain of that bastard tooth being out of my mouth.
I wasn't put under, just given a local, but I did almost pass out. I'm not really afraid of dentists/doctors, per se, but just something about those environments seems to affect me in a passing-out kind of way. Even talking to a doctor about treatments for a family member with other family around just make my head swirl, and I can't understand why.
Wisdom teeth I don't understand. Can't they uproot the cells at the same time they snip our willies? It would save a lot of time. But then there'd be guys who would get their wisdom teeth put back, because they lost pleasure sensation while eating or something.