When I was a sophmore in college I went to an oral surgeon who said that they MUST be removed because they were compacted. After looking at the x-rays, I never knew that teeth would grow like that. Anyways. So, being COMPLETLY afraid of needles, I also opted for the "knock me out before you even come CLOSE to me with a needle" routine. Sat down on the chair and started breathing and next thing I know, I am standing in a little room, my mom holding me up. Out of the office we went and straight to Dairy Queen to get a shake. Of course I couldn't drink it because you can't suck on anything because of dry socket, but I did get to spoon it out. I suffered through it, using every last Vicodin that they prescribed me.
Then again, my brother was at work the following morning. Never once took a pill.