I had 2 teeth break badly enough that the better solution was to pull them and rebuild to do implants, so they were pulled today. Molar on the upper left and another on the lower right. And now my mouth is killing me. It will be nice to have it all done, but damn. The Novocain finally wore off, so I'm eating mashed potatoes (one of the short list of foods I can eat for a few days) so I can take the hydrocodone acetamin that the dentist prescribed for me. I sincerely hope the massive pain doesn't last for terribly long, as I need to be at work this week. Sigh. Between bad enamel running in the family, 70s and 80s dentistry and fillings, and time, I have a bad feeling for my dental future.
I'm doing okay right now, aside from only eating soft food and seriously craving nachos. 
The tooth just in front of the upper molar that was pulled is being sensitive, so I'll have the dentist look at it during my follow up next Monday. I keep telling myself that it will all be worth it down the road, I just need to endure for several months until the process is complete. And it is really nice not to have pain from broken teeth!
(PLEASE!)