I'd rather deal with a R.O.U.S. than the pain I had after my wisdom teeth op. That was one hell of a week.
I was in such excruciating pain I was popping codiene every 2-4 hours. Then I spent 24 hours with the worst nausea I'd ever had because I had accidentally overdosed on codeine (what do you mean, the instructions for codeine tablets are different from the instructions for paracetamol tablets?) but I was too desperately afraid to vomit because I was very seriously worried about ripping all the stiches out.
I was unable to hold my head up, so I spent 6 hours curled in my nightclothes on the shower floor, on the theory that that would be the easiest to clean if I DID vomit, and I wouldn't have to worry about falling over.
I was really popular, every single one of my friends visited me. In hindsight, I think it went round the circle like wildfire that my head was the most hilarious shape anyone had ever seen. (Picture an equilateral trianglar head on a skinny person, or a disney chipmunk with half a tree's worth of nuts in its cheeks.)
My friends were so adorable with gifts of food, but I seriously wanted to murder the ones who made me laugh, with presents of baby food on one end, and peanut brittle, on the other.