Well I had fun a few years back. Discovered that the medication I was on for my exciting anxziety disorder ... and depression 
... had weakend my teeth to such an extent that they were liable to snap off just under the gumline (well this was the dentists theory anyway).
So ... I had to have them all pulled out. It was done in a bit by bit process over a number of months. First the molars on one side came out ... then the molars on the other side. And after 6 months or so the front teeth had to come out.
Sooo ... the big day came and the dentist filled me full of anaesthetic and started pulling.
Unfortunately for me the anaesthetic kept wearing off really quickly ... and not only that the teeth either had more roots than was normal or they were just really hard to pull out.
So the dentist had trouble pulling them out ... while the anaesthetic kept wearing off ... meaning he had to fill me up with more every so often.
Finally after over an hour of pulling etc he finally got my final tooth out.
He then informed me that he had given me enough anaesthetic to "knock down a black man" (!!) .
Anyhow got home with a mouthful of plastic drugged up to the nines. Yes you do feel like a horse before you ask , and a couple of hours after having them out, I had to clean my mouth with salt water and put in some more bandages to help the healing process along.
Well I was not very happy taking my teeth out for the first time. The amount of blood was scary beyond belief. Never have I been so scared in all my life (i put that down to the anaesthetic). My thoughts were mainly of the "what if i don't stop bleeding" kind of thought.
Anyway ... to cut a long story short I fainted. Picture Frodo doing that strangely elegant faint he does in Lord of the Rings.
Well my partner was there with me so she caught me and put me in the recovery position ... and I lay there for 10 mins before I finally came to my senses again.
I discovered a few days later that I had a lump on my forehead. It turns out that I must have hit the sink in the bathroom on my way down. Didn't feel a thing .
But the good thing to come of all that pain and grief was that I don't need any fillings any more ... whoopty doo .
