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Kana -> RE: Sadists Taking Pain (12/24/2012 8:47:26 PM)
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ORIGINAL: RemoteUser
I don't enjoy being hurt but I also have a high pain tolerance. Depending on the severity of the injury I might spend the first five minutes saying every curse word I know. After that, I'm pretty good.
I know what you mean, Kana, about the dental. The painkillers don't work on me, and the last wisdom tooth they took had to be cracked in three parts for extraction. That was not particularly cool. I just gripped the arm rests and mentally said, "Fuck it.".
What I really worry about is what will happen if I ever need surgery. I've never met an anaesthetic or painkiller that had more than a very limited effect; so for me, the experience is going to be a little more medieval than it might be for most others.
I had a root canal go totally wrong.
First they said it was a cavity, drilled it out, sent me home, told me to take motrin.
For three days that fucker throbbed, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. Then it got infected, swelled my throat shut so much I could barely breath,
Then they decided maybe I needed a root canal so they went for that. They couldn't numb the tooth (I used to do lots of coke and I'm pretty immune to anything that ends with caine, high tolerance and all that sheeeeit),and at that point I didn't care, I just wanted the root killed so it wouldn't ache any more so they just drilled down and started cleaning. I felt every second. Then half way through, after they had supposedly killed the root and started flensing the little entrails that tail out, and I could still feel every iota of pain, the dentists started consulting, wondering whether my problem was that tooth, started talking bout extracting the tooth in front of it.
Now this is three hours into an op that should have lasted maybe twenty minutes, blood everywhere, me in fucking hell (And I've had double compound fractures, bone sticking through skin, gone through windshields, and this hurt worse than all that shit), like hands about to tear the arms off that dental chair, total panic attack mode-they were so lost and that was the scariest part, they had no clue what was wrong or how to fix it, I walked out in mid operation, went to an oral surgeon two days later (needless to say with my jaw on fire the entire wait) who finished the job.
Except they never got everything out, the roots regrew, and I walked around for a decade with my jaw pulsing. Repeated root canals never could get it all the way dead.
Almost fifteen years and something like $20,000 later, I ended up having that fucker extracted.
Yeah, it's safe to say that after that, I don't trust dentists worth a squat. I fucking freak in the chair, panic attacks from start to fiinish. What can i say, ten + years of pain will do that to ya.
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