Just had a root canal and the novocaine is wearing off. Of course being a man I am suffering in great silence and dignity which may be why my secretary (aka The Rottwieler, it's ok she knows) has just told me to quit being a baby, my languid reply was to inform her that childbirth was nothing compared to the pain I was in, she appeared to be somewhat put out at this.
I will this evening in the interests of medical science attempt to determine what quantity of Stella Artois Lager is required to numb the pain, in the meantime I shall bear this affliction with all the stoicism of my race and gender, ie I will be curled up on the floor in the foetal position asking for mummy.
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"I have done my duty. I thank God for it!"
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You know what P****s me off is that I have had to pay £255 for the privilege, I guess Worcs is the same but trying to find an NHS dentist in Gloucs is impossible.
Dont worry about the painkillers, I brought some over the counter Co-Didramol in spain last year that is something like 500mg (I think) per tab and believe me it does the job!!
Dont worry about the painkillers, I brought some over the counter Co-Didramol in spain last year that is something like 500mg (I think) per tab and believe me it does the job!!
"I have done my duty. I thank God for it!"
Aaaaah
after you see the dentist in the morning and get the permanent filling it will be all better....feel well soon honey, i need you at the pub! hated to see you suffer. :-1
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Bothwell wrote: Just had a root canal and the novocaine is wearing off. Of course being a man I am suffering in great silence and dignity which may be why my secretary (aka The Rottwieler, it's ok she knows) has just told me to quit being a baby, my languid reply was to inform her that childbirth was nothing compared to the pain I was in, she appeared to be somewhat put out at this.
I will this evening in the interests of medical science attempt to determine what quantity of Stella Artois Lager is required to numb the pain, in the meantime I shall bear this affliction with all the stoicism of my race and gender, ie I will be curled up on the floor in the foetal position asking for mummy.
Well that is just plain torture first the pain then the pay kind of a nasty double wammy.
Well sweets having had numerous root canals, and given birth to 2 children, I would have to say......... child birth still is the leader in pain. But good on you suffering through with your dignity in tack and taking a page from the womans guide to pain and suffering tee hee hee
In all seriousness, they are horrible things and I wish you a speedy recovery. The worst suffering is the coming out of the freezing, but remember this, that tooth is now dead it should not pain you further.
I will this evening in the interests of medical science attempt to determine what quantity of Stella Artois Lager is required to numb the pain, in the meantime I shall bear this affliction with all the stoicism of my race and gender, ie I will be curled up on the floor in the foetal position asking for mummy.
Well that is just plain torture first the pain then the pay kind of a nasty double wammy.
Well sweets having had numerous root canals, and given birth to 2 children, I would have to say......... child birth still is the leader in pain. But good on you suffering through with your dignity in tack and taking a page from the womans guide to pain and suffering tee hee hee
In all seriousness, they are horrible things and I wish you a speedy recovery. The worst suffering is the coming out of the freezing, but remember this, that tooth is now dead it should not pain you further.
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
• Mae West
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Steve Martin as the dentist in Little Ship of Horrors I keep expecting mine to burst in to song. I have been terrified of the dentist ever since I was a little kid and they still did mutiple extrections under gas, four at once aaargh! Root canal is minor you big wimp.
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Bothwell wrote: Just had a root canal and the novocaine is wearing off. Of course being a man I am suffering in great silence and dignity which may be why my secretary (aka The Rottwieler, it's ok she knows) has just told me to quit being a baby, my languid reply was to inform her that childbirth was nothing compared to the pain I was in, she appeared to be somewhat put out at this.
I will this evening in the interests of medical science attempt to determine what quantity of Stella Artois Lager is required to numb the pain, in the meantime I shall bear this affliction with all the stoicism of my race and gender, ie I will be curled up on the floor in the foetal position asking for mummy.
My mom always says "It's a great life if you don't weaken but who the he-- wants to be strong!!
If it makes you feel better go ahead and whine..
I will this evening in the interests of medical science attempt to determine what quantity of Stella Artois Lager is required to numb the pain, in the meantime I shall bear this affliction with all the stoicism of my race and gender, ie I will be curled up on the floor in the foetal position asking for mummy.
My mom always says "It's a great life if you don't weaken but who the he-- wants to be strong!!
If it makes you feel better go ahead and whine..
GOD CREATED MAN AND SAM COLT MADE THEM EQUAL
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I'm not sure what is better...having your mouth open or your legs for a long time. The root canal sounds easier than childbirth. :yh_beatup yes, i would rather go to the dentist than the delivery room, (final answer).
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
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Paula wrote: I'm not sure what is better...having your mouth open or your legs for a long time. The root canal sounds easier than childbirth. :yh_beatup yes, i would rather go to the dentist than the delivery room, (final answer).
Paula, when it comes to pain I vote none, This is one area where I am definetly Not pro choice
Paula, when it comes to pain I vote none, This is one area where I am definetly Not pro choice
GOD CREATED MAN AND SAM COLT MADE THEM EQUAL
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jahamaa wrote: Paula, when it comes to pain I vote none, This is one area where I am definetly Not pro choice :DI find every aspect of dentistry to be off putting,.......NO, I loath, despise, and am terrorized. As soon as I see the instruments of torture, my mind and body go into an uncontrollable panic mode. I typically put off going to the dentist until there is no longer any choice. Bottom line, when I get in the chair, I am a pathetic, wimpering, sweaty, and quivering piece of flesh on the edge of hysteria.
Knowing this, my regular dentist would seat me, fix the mask on my face, and give me the calming gas while he makes small talk. Only after I am nicely into the land of calm, and with my eyes tightly shut, does he come at me with those monsterous needles that are supposed to deaden pain, but actually just cause me to drool and make ridiculous noises for the amusement of the dental assistant.
Needing some extensive work, my insurance nazi demanded that I use the "lowest bidder", a no frills practice with a treatment room that looked an awfully lot like the pictures of Abu Grahbi. Neither the dentist nor his front desk person spoke english well, and when I got to the chair, there was no gas set up. Given my psychotic condition, I thought I presented my case clearly, and patiently, Mr. dentist with his poor english, communicated that there would be no gas, that I was a spoiled coward, and it was time for the torture to begin. What transpired over the next hour was ugly, and will hopefully remain deeply buried in my subconscience.
My campaign of alternately whining, and threatning the insurance company, only gained me permanent "on hold status", and I went to my 2nd appointment mad, frustrated, and still hurting from session #1.
Things pretty much followed the script from the first visit until he approached me with that needle, I snapped, my hand shot out to his crotch, grabbed a handful of himself, and squeezed. For a moment, we stared at each other in shock, then I blurted out "we're really not going to hurt each other are we?
I saw that his eyes had the same look of terror as mine. In a voice fringed with fear, and pain, he uttered what I took to be a curse, then muttered "I don't think we should", There was no ambiguity, we understood each other perfectly.
I released my grip as he gingerly walked off to get the gas set up. :-2
Knowing this, my regular dentist would seat me, fix the mask on my face, and give me the calming gas while he makes small talk. Only after I am nicely into the land of calm, and with my eyes tightly shut, does he come at me with those monsterous needles that are supposed to deaden pain, but actually just cause me to drool and make ridiculous noises for the amusement of the dental assistant.
Needing some extensive work, my insurance nazi demanded that I use the "lowest bidder", a no frills practice with a treatment room that looked an awfully lot like the pictures of Abu Grahbi. Neither the dentist nor his front desk person spoke english well, and when I got to the chair, there was no gas set up. Given my psychotic condition, I thought I presented my case clearly, and patiently, Mr. dentist with his poor english, communicated that there would be no gas, that I was a spoiled coward, and it was time for the torture to begin. What transpired over the next hour was ugly, and will hopefully remain deeply buried in my subconscience.
My campaign of alternately whining, and threatning the insurance company, only gained me permanent "on hold status", and I went to my 2nd appointment mad, frustrated, and still hurting from session #1.
Things pretty much followed the script from the first visit until he approached me with that needle, I snapped, my hand shot out to his crotch, grabbed a handful of himself, and squeezed. For a moment, we stared at each other in shock, then I blurted out "we're really not going to hurt each other are we?
I saw that his eyes had the same look of terror as mine. In a voice fringed with fear, and pain, he uttered what I took to be a curse, then muttered "I don't think we should", There was no ambiguity, we understood each other perfectly.
I released my grip as he gingerly walked off to get the gas set up. :-2
Old age and treachery, is an acceptable response to overwelming youth and skill
Aaaaah
Der Wulf wrote: I find every aspect of dentistry to be off putting,.......NO, I loath, despise, and am terrorized. As soon as I see the instruments of torture, my mind and body go into an uncontrollable panic mode. I typically put off going to the dentist until there is no longer any choice. Bottom line, when I get in the chair, I am a pathetic, wimpering, sweaty, and quivering piece of flesh on the edge of hysteria.
Knowing this, my regular dentist would seat me, fix the mask on my face, and give me the calming gas while he makes small talk. Only after I am nicely into the land of calm, and with my eyes tightly shut, does he come at me with those monsterous needles that are supposed to deaden pain, but actually just cause me to drool and make ridiculous noises for the amusement of the dental assistant.
Needing some extensive work, my insurance nazi demanded that I use the "lowest bidder", a no frills practice with a treatment room that looked an awfully lot like the pictures of Abu Grahbi. Neither the dentist nor his front desk person spoke english well, and when I got to the chair, there was no gas set up. Given my psychotic condition, I thought I presented my case clearly, and patiently, Mr. dentist with his poor english, communicated that there would be no gas, that I was a spoiled coward, and it was time for the torture to begin. What transpired over the next hour was ugly, and will hopefully remain deeply buried in my subconscience.
My campaign of alternately whining, and threatning the insurance company, only gained me permanent "on hold status", and I went to my 2nd appointment mad, frustrated, and still hurting from session #1.
Things pretty much followed the script from the first visit until he approached me with that needle, I snapped, my hand shot out to his crotch, grabbed a handful of himself, and squeezed. For a moment, we stared at each other in shock, then I blurted out "we're really not going to hurt each other are we?
I saw that his eyes had the same look of terror as mine. In a voice fringed with fear, and pain, he uttered what I took to be a curse, then muttered "I don't think we should", There was no ambiguity, we understood each other perfectly.
I released my grip as he gingerly walked off to get the gas set up. :-2
Oiy Lesson number one, never threaten to poke, prodd or cause pain to DW
Lesson number two, do so at your own risk, and come prepared with protective gear.
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Knowing this, my regular dentist would seat me, fix the mask on my face, and give me the calming gas while he makes small talk. Only after I am nicely into the land of calm, and with my eyes tightly shut, does he come at me with those monsterous needles that are supposed to deaden pain, but actually just cause me to drool and make ridiculous noises for the amusement of the dental assistant.
Needing some extensive work, my insurance nazi demanded that I use the "lowest bidder", a no frills practice with a treatment room that looked an awfully lot like the pictures of Abu Grahbi. Neither the dentist nor his front desk person spoke english well, and when I got to the chair, there was no gas set up. Given my psychotic condition, I thought I presented my case clearly, and patiently, Mr. dentist with his poor english, communicated that there would be no gas, that I was a spoiled coward, and it was time for the torture to begin. What transpired over the next hour was ugly, and will hopefully remain deeply buried in my subconscience.
My campaign of alternately whining, and threatning the insurance company, only gained me permanent "on hold status", and I went to my 2nd appointment mad, frustrated, and still hurting from session #1.
Things pretty much followed the script from the first visit until he approached me with that needle, I snapped, my hand shot out to his crotch, grabbed a handful of himself, and squeezed. For a moment, we stared at each other in shock, then I blurted out "we're really not going to hurt each other are we?
I saw that his eyes had the same look of terror as mine. In a voice fringed with fear, and pain, he uttered what I took to be a curse, then muttered "I don't think we should", There was no ambiguity, we understood each other perfectly.
I released my grip as he gingerly walked off to get the gas set up. :-2
Oiy Lesson number one, never threaten to poke, prodd or cause pain to DW
Lesson number two, do so at your own risk, and come prepared with protective gear.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
• Mae West
Aaaaah
Ahh Der Wulf, it warms my heart to read your post. .......i am pleased to report Bothwell is no longer in pain this evening, having utilized some pharmaceuticals, and had some sleep. i too grew up hating, loathing and fearing the dentist. gas or nothing, the mere sound of the drill would dissolve me into cold terror, i can barely even tolerate a cleaning because of the high-pitched fast whine.(either the drill whining, or ME). 
.......i am pleased to report Bothwell is no longer in pain this evening, having utilized some pharmaceuticals, and had some sleep. i too grew up hating, loathing and fearing the dentist. gas or nothing, the mere sound of the drill would dissolve me into cold terror, i can barely even tolerate a cleaning because of the high-pitched fast whine.(either the drill whining, or ME). Aaaaah
lady cop wrote: after you see the dentist in the morning and get the permanent filling it will be all better....feel well soon honey, i need you at the pub! hated to see you suffer. :-1
Spy Cam?
Spy Cam?
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Whoever said you can't joke about pain didn't know Der Wulfe!
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Root canal part 2, bugger it didn't work. Got to go back, bugger again, GMC it's your fault the dentist is a Jock hailing from Auld Reekie, personally I think it's his revenge because of Edward Longshanks, trouble is the other dentist in the practice is a bloody taff.
I can however report my findings on the painkiller/ Stella mix, excellent result but dont try it at home, now I'm off to get a bacon sarnie before the novocaine wears off
I can however report my findings on the painkiller/ Stella mix, excellent result but dont try it at home, now I'm off to get a bacon sarnie before the novocaine wears off
"I have done my duty. I thank God for it!"