And it started...
I arrived at Dental Village at Broadway and Kolb at 1:05pm. I checked in and took my seat. I skimmed a few magazines to pass time. A boring half-hour later a nurse comes up to get me. I go back to a room and take a seat in an uncomfortable chair. Another half-hour passes and I'm greeted by a different nurse. We talk about the procedure that was supposed to occur. I was to have a crown fitted, a simple 30 minute procedure and I would be on my way. She got a hygenist in there to numb me, and then I was left alone. The time was finally about 2:15 when the manager of the building came in to talk to me. "It seems the root canal wasn't completed properly, so we'll be sending you to Grant and Alvernon to get it fixed." The half of me that was paying for the procedure was angry, but my calmer side took control and I nodded and sighed. They lead me to the front and sent me to the other location.
I arrive at Grant and Alvernon at 2:30. They quickly send me to the back and I figure that the procedure will go quickly, as everyone that I talked to and their mother was singing the gospel and praising just how fantastic this doctor I traveled so far out of my way to see was. Finally, at about 3, he arrives in the room. He takes a look at the x-ray of my tooth, then leaves without saying a word. I end up waiting another 20 minutes before a nurse comes and talks to me. "The doctor cannot fix the root canal, so you will be forced to see a specialist. We can give you an appointment for November 8th at 3:45pm." I shake my head and let out a slight chuckle. A 30 minute procedure that was already cutting into my schedule for the day had turned into a two hour excursion through boredom and immense amounts of traffic.
Why, God, why? Why is this damned tooth such an issue for everyone that claims to know what they're doing? I got the original root canal over a month ago, so why am I just now finding out that it was done incorrectly? Why can't this damned tooth, which I broke in October of Freshman year, be finished?
Because where you find God, you find the Devil, and for as good as I might be treating my body now, my tooth shall not find itself in the same treatment.
At least i have 19 inch biceps. That's always reassuring.
I arrive at Grant and Alvernon at 2:30. They quickly send me to the back and I figure that the procedure will go quickly, as everyone that I talked to and their mother was singing the gospel and praising just how fantastic this doctor I traveled so far out of my way to see was. Finally, at about 3, he arrives in the room. He takes a look at the x-ray of my tooth, then leaves without saying a word. I end up waiting another 20 minutes before a nurse comes and talks to me. "The doctor cannot fix the root canal, so you will be forced to see a specialist. We can give you an appointment for November 8th at 3:45pm." I shake my head and let out a slight chuckle. A 30 minute procedure that was already cutting into my schedule for the day had turned into a two hour excursion through boredom and immense amounts of traffic.
Why, God, why? Why is this damned tooth such an issue for everyone that claims to know what they're doing? I got the original root canal over a month ago, so why am I just now finding out that it was done incorrectly? Why can't this damned tooth, which I broke in October of Freshman year, be finished?
Because where you find God, you find the Devil, and for as good as I might be treating my body now, my tooth shall not find itself in the same treatment.
At least i have 19 inch biceps. That's always reassuring.