I'm having my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow and I'm fucking scared. Probably more scared than I've ever been in my life...actually, that's a lie...in Cambodia, there was this van with a jerry-rigged gas tank sitting in the front seat and feeding directly through the floor into the motor. I was convinced the van was going to blow up and and I was going to die a stupid tourist. Good thing it didn't.
Last year, when I went in for a consultation, I passed out after they had discussed side effects and when they started pointing to the nerves in my jaw x-ray. So...it's taken me a while to go back and now I'm having all these mini panic attacks that involve visions of bloody gums and nasty toothcracking. So far, the only thing I found that helps is to think of the stoic badassness of people being tortured in action flicks: Kill Bill, V for Vendetta, Boondock Saints...
And actually, I'm quite surprised at how effective it is.
See, violent movies don't really encourage violence, they just help wimps get through dental surgery.