Here’s a disturbing story involving pain and the dentist:
I went to some quack dentist when I was a teenager to get my wisdom teeth extracted. Novocaine just does not work very well on me, which I tell dentists every time and they just don’t listen.
So I felt a shitload of pain when he crushed my tooth to extract it, but I was also on nitrous, so I basically couldn’t move.
Many years later, when I was in my late 30s or early 40s, I was having intense pain in the back of my jaw. I thought one of the molars had gone bad and I needed a root canal or something. I made an appointment for an orthodontist, but he couldn’t get me in for a few days. And then a day before I got to to the orthodontist, I felt something in my cheek near the back of my jaw and the pain was gone. I pulled it out: it was a sliver of tooth he missed when he crushed it that had finally worked its way out.
I haven’t thought of either of those things in a long time. Believe it or not, I don’t think what happened at that dentist had any lasting trauma. It’s not something I ever dwell on.
There’s also the duet she did with Charlotte Church where she was so blitzed out of her mind that she could barely stand and just slurred everything almost incoherently. I knew she wouldn’t be around much longer when I saw that.