Root Canal >>> Extraction, and it ain't even close (pain/after care wise)
RCs are a snap these days - they've come a long way.
you'll be just fine
UPDATE:
upon my above posting, i were having some trouble with a lower front tooth ... cavity had erupted, and the pain was growing worse every day - i was pretty sure i could have it rooted, as it were in fine shape otherwise - dunno.
turns out the cavity led to a gum abcess, and that ratcheted the pain up to "pass the pistol, PLEASE!" level - had xrays done, was told that extraction was the sensible way to proceed (ahhh, but i'm far from that, ya know?)
pain was beyond excruciating on Thursday morn, along with 102.4 fever, so 'horned myself an emergency sit for noon that day. fine. the after care with extraction blows, seeing as how one wants to avoid dry socket- which means no smoking, alcohol, coffee, chewing for at least 3-4 days. eff that.
anyways, the oral "surgeon" (see, also: BUTCHER) squeezed me in - guess in the haste of accomodating me he decided to eschew the mandibular block anesthetic shot - ya know, the one in back of your jawline which helps facilitate easier numbing of the infected gumline/tooth.
nah, this mutha went straight into the infected gumline with the numbing pr1ck - white hot pain for an ungodly 15 or so seconds as he wriggled that hatchet around ... and i was still in pain, so, yep, he had to dig in AGAIN, and i could hear the bone percussion as he slid closer the the root on that second injection.
brutal.
i was told to rinse, and i never saw so much blood from a preliminary numbing procedure ... but the fun was just starting - he had one hell of a time prying that sumbisch out, and i still felt a bit of pain - but at that point i just wanted it over with, so i just let this demented fool yank away.
made the extraction scene in "Castaway" look like high tea with Susanna Hoffs in comparision.
after finally worming the tooth out, i was told to rinse, then had a boatload of gauze wedged up in there, to help assure proper clotting. i dabbed the wet blood off of me jacket, took all the bibs, etc off, and bolted my arse out that circus tent with nary one word to doc or staff - i was half-way home in an Uber before those dumb f**** even realized i was out the damn chair.
NEVER. AGAIN.
this morning i can finally chain smoke & guzzle java like i'm goin' to the chair
and, tbh, a visit to old Sparky woulda been a more pleasant experience than my "procedure"
tl;dr - i woulda killed to have had a root canal instead.