Wow, nitrous, that's awful!
I had a great time when my wisdom teeth were removed, but I refused the nitrous and went with simple freezing instead. It took two dentists, a husband and wife team, to pull my teeth. The guy worked for an hour on the right side before he finally got the first one out. The wife, who was about four feet tall and had to stand on an apple crate
which she brought in from home, actually planted one foot on my chest, grabbed the teeth with her pliers (whatever dentists call 'em), and yanked those suckers out in under ten seconds!
They gave me a prescription for Tylenol III painkillers, and those things worked great for me.
That night, I went to a movie and ate popcorn. Took my extracted teeth with me to show all my friends. After the movie we went out for coffee. Between ordering my coffee and having it actually show up, the painkiller wore off--I had to pry my teeth apart to get another pill in my mouth, and then I had to swallow it with a mouthful of hot coffee. That part was excruciating. But within 15 minutes, I was back talking up a storm and chugging scalding-hot coffee.
Ah, yes. Having my wisdom teeth removed was one of the high points of my life. It was great!
But then I've always liked suffering. In total, I think I only took four of those tylenol. I gave the rest to my father after his own prescription ran out, and he became addicted to them. (But that's another funny story.

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