BTW, ISTM that more and more dentists over the past 20(?) years or so DON’T use nitrous oxide anymore. One of them explained to me that some new regulations had greatly upped the amount of training and official certification or licensing or whatever required to administer gas, so most dentists decided the hell with it. Apparently there were occasional cases where laughing gas went very very wrong.
First time I had a root canal, the dentist took x-rays and didn’t like how they came out, so he had to redo the entire procedure. So I basically got two root canals for the price of one. Yay, me!
There was a time when my friend got a really big, thick, two-inch wood splinter jabbed under his big toenail. I’d rather have a root canal than that.
I’ve had a few root canals. They weren’t nearly as bad as my ruptured appendix. Or my open-heart surgery. Or my spinal stenosis. Or my diabetic neuropathy. Or my spinal tap. Or my week-long migraine. Or my sinus graft. Or my torn Achilles tendon.
Been there, done that. Had two molars broken in a kickboxing accident, so I had to have root canals and crowns for both.
It really wasn’t so bad. Dentistry has come a long way since root canals were the gold standard for comparing to things you don’t want to do. Probably the worst of it was my jaw getting achy from keeping my mouth open the whole time. (Then I somehow managed to bite off the titanium post one of the crowns was on, and had to get an implant instead. That was a rather more involved process, but still not all that painful.)
So, I guess I’d rather have a root canal than any number of things that are actually painful. Like breaking my tailbone, say. Or reading a thread in Great Debates.