Damn, the double-dose of ibuprofen was nice
Though I only needed one--I am root canaled and pain-free! And with an unneeded prescription for Dervoset or something. Anyone want it? ;)
I'd like to say that root canals are nowhere near as bad as my imagination and pictures on Google image search led me to believe. I'd like to say that, but it'd be a lie--OH GOD, THE PAIN. WILL IT NEVER END?
Not really. The root canal itself was fine--I knew the novocaine was working when Dr. Foster, God bless his comforting, not-laughing-at-me-bringing-my-mom-along self (she read Harry Potter in the corner), asked if I could feel "this" and I was like, feel what? But getting the novocaine in? Holy shit, I didn't KNOW needles could go that far into the gums. I swore they were going to poke out the other side. I practically broke my own hands clenching them together. Wasn't expecting three injections, either. I was proud of myself, though--I didn't whimper once. Apparently the upper jaw injections are worse than the lower, so...uh...lucky me, I guess, it can't get worse if I ever have to have another one.
Notable exchanges:
Me: *coughs*
Dr. Foster: Oh, sorry about the smoke there.
Me: HMMURGH? [translation: SMOKE?]
Dr. Foster [to assistant]: See, it's almost totally necrotic.
Me: [thinking] What a great band name.
The smell of enamel being ground into powder as the drill goes in is really, really disgusting.
I kept my eyes closed for most of the time--mostly out of boredom, as I really couldn't see anything anyway, though they provided me with stylin' green sunglasses thingies since I'd be facing the overhead light for so long--but when I opened them at one point, I saw a veritable pincushion of drills. Eek.
So today I'm all good and I have my very first filling. (That's the irony of this whole thing--I take good care of my teeth. They are naturally healthy teeth. I have never had a cavity or anything necessitating dental work beyond check-ups, other than needing braces.) And I'm kind of proud of having a vampire tooth.
And now for a truly uninteresting Angie's Dog anecdote. Last night we were watching CSI or something when we hear this bang, and then whimpering that sounds like Spencer is inside the house. "WTF?" say I. Turns out someone was setting off firecrackers outside and Spencer, being terrified if loud noises like firecrackers and thunder, leaned his front paws against the house and poked out the cardboard panel that we had taped in the window beside the A/C unit to keep bugs out. (Window is wider than the unit.) It was a "had to be there" moment, but I must say I found him whimpering and poking his head inside quite hysterical. We took a picture. We are bad Dog Parents, humiliating our baby. So he came in and slept with me, and it was all good until his panting beside my head woke me up at 5 and 7 in the morning. Shut up, dog, I will give you attention AFTER I'm awake.
Today is the 4th of July. I don't really have it in me to write a long, introspective post on what the freedom my country offers means to me (for the record, I appreciate it) so I'll just say this: I'm glad that I have the right to vote Dubya's ass out of office come election time.
I'd like to say that root canals are nowhere near as bad as my imagination and pictures on Google image search led me to believe. I'd like to say that, but it'd be a lie--OH GOD, THE PAIN. WILL IT NEVER END?
Not really. The root canal itself was fine--I knew the novocaine was working when Dr. Foster, God bless his comforting, not-laughing-at-me-bringing-my-mom-along self (she read Harry Potter in the corner), asked if I could feel "this" and I was like, feel what? But getting the novocaine in? Holy shit, I didn't KNOW needles could go that far into the gums. I swore they were going to poke out the other side. I practically broke my own hands clenching them together. Wasn't expecting three injections, either. I was proud of myself, though--I didn't whimper once. Apparently the upper jaw injections are worse than the lower, so...uh...lucky me, I guess, it can't get worse if I ever have to have another one.
Notable exchanges:
Me: *coughs*
Dr. Foster: Oh, sorry about the smoke there.
Me: HMMURGH? [translation: SMOKE?]
Dr. Foster [to assistant]: See, it's almost totally necrotic.
Me: [thinking] What a great band name.
The smell of enamel being ground into powder as the drill goes in is really, really disgusting.
I kept my eyes closed for most of the time--mostly out of boredom, as I really couldn't see anything anyway, though they provided me with stylin' green sunglasses thingies since I'd be facing the overhead light for so long--but when I opened them at one point, I saw a veritable pincushion of drills. Eek.
So today I'm all good and I have my very first filling. (That's the irony of this whole thing--I take good care of my teeth. They are naturally healthy teeth. I have never had a cavity or anything necessitating dental work beyond check-ups, other than needing braces.) And I'm kind of proud of having a vampire tooth.
And now for a truly uninteresting Angie's Dog anecdote. Last night we were watching CSI or something when we hear this bang, and then whimpering that sounds like Spencer is inside the house. "WTF?" say I. Turns out someone was setting off firecrackers outside and Spencer, being terrified if loud noises like firecrackers and thunder, leaned his front paws against the house and poked out the cardboard panel that we had taped in the window beside the A/C unit to keep bugs out. (Window is wider than the unit.) It was a "had to be there" moment, but I must say I found him whimpering and poking his head inside quite hysterical. We took a picture. We are bad Dog Parents, humiliating our baby. So he came in and slept with me, and it was all good until his panting beside my head woke me up at 5 and 7 in the morning. Shut up, dog, I will give you attention AFTER I'm awake.
Today is the 4th of July. I don't really have it in me to write a long, introspective post on what the freedom my country offers means to me (for the record, I appreciate it) so I'll just say this: I'm glad that I have the right to vote Dubya's ass out of office come election time.