Today I finally got off my butt and made the dreaded call... to the dentist! I've had a toothache for a couple of months and after some round the clock motrin and tylenol I've finally given up and gone to the dentist.
I made the phone call around 9AM this morning. Much to my surprise they could fit me in at 2PM today! What luck! I won't even have to lose any sleep about the upcoming root canal... I knew I was going to need one.
My casual conversation with the front desk went a little something like this:
Me: "I'm actually really nervous about this."
Reception: "Oh yeah, me too."
Me: "Excuse me?"
Reception: "I freak out about going to the dentist."
Reception: "Well I have a problem staying numb so I really hate getting work done."
Me: "Have you ever had a root canal?"
Reception: "Oh yeah. It wasn't....." (seemingly reluctant she continues) "as bad as they say."
Well I don't know who "they" are, but I took the appointment and "they" were WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG. It was bad. It did hurt. The dentist went into my mouth with a needle the size of the empire state building no less than five times. And each time he poked around in several spots. The shots were actually the least of my worry. It was the drilling, oh the drilling! The first three shots were routine. He likes to numb in stages. Fine with me. I'm a delicate little flower anyway. But the fourth and fifth shots were simply because I practically jumped out of the chair crying in pain. Oh yeah, make no mistake, I was miserable. There were tears. It was awful.
The good news is, once he "released" the root pressure, the pain was gone. He could have stayed there all day with a jack hammer in my mouth for all I cared at that point. Hey, once you're actually numb, it's easy peasy.
Today wasn't the end of my dental adventures though. I guess he just went in there, scoped it out and then plugged it up to let the tooth de-aggravate for the week. I go back next Thursday for the actual root canal. Wish me luck.