I had a tooth pulled. When I say tooth, I really mean a stubbornly unmovable wisdom bastard, and when I say pulled, I really mean destroyed and extracted.

1. Ouch.
2. The tooth didn't want to leave, or even move for that matter, so she cut the bone. That didn't really help much, so the tooth was drilled in half. Finally, an hour and half of tugging and sawing and drilling later, it came out. 
3. The dentist was a beautiful woman. Her daughter was her assistant/nurse, and an equally beautiful woman. They both kept pressed up against me while working together to destroy my mouth. They... knew what they were doing. As far as distractions go, that helped. 
4. My face is swollen. I'm on pain killers. I chew very, very carefully now, and am currently sipping coffee through a straw. 
5. My mouth hurts.