Poor Sports.
When I willingly opted to have my impacted wisdom teeth out (pre-pain or infection) in 2008, the person most shocked by this decision was me. After all, I am the world's worst patient, bombarding the doctor (any doctor) with a plethora of detailed questions through the haze of (at times) unnecessary tears and severe whimpering, and my mother (almost always) by my side. Minutes before the surgery began, when I asked the oral surgeon to rate the 'impact' of my situation on a scale of one to ten, he rated them a three (phew!) and only later admitted to a truthful seven/eight. Needless to say, I made it through the surgery like a pro (excluding the part where I refused to let him administer the IV), and - one month later - eventually made it through the recovery. Enjoy!
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