Yesterday marked a significant milestone in my life. I had my first root canal! Gross. I have major dentistphobia so I insisted that I be heavily drugged for this rather simple and routine procedure (I was also having a cavity filled and my silver fillings replaced with nice white ones, so it wasn't JUST a root canal). My new dentist (whom I ADORE!)obliged and wrote me several prescriptions to help relax me during the "operation." Once the scripts were filled, it appeared I was going to be taking a similar drug cocktail that most Hollywood celebs use to meet their demise. However I wasn't to take any of the pills until I was under my doctor's supervision in the office and then the nurse disposed of whatever meds were unused. Fair enough. Sidenote- in order to have the medicine act more quickly, Dr. Clark crushed the pills and mixed in a tiny bit of water and made me drink it. Gross again. Then he crushed the final pill and put it under my tounge to dissolve. G-ross. Have you ever chewed medicine? It's disgustsing. Finally,and in what I believed to be an act of pure torture, the nurse placed my bottle of water directly in front of me, but purposely out of reach.
Diana dropped me off for the appointment and magically reappeared when it was all over. The only thing I remember was that she stopped to get me a smoothie on the way home. I had little to no feeling in my entire mouth so using the straw was quite a challenge. Once home, I promptly hopped into bed and stayed there for the rest of the day. Waking only to take Malomar out and to eat a little dinner. I must admit, Malomar and Lincoln were wonderful recovery buddies. They snuggled with me all day and had no problem being little lazy bums.
So I survived my first root canal. I hope to not make a habit of having dental work done, but I'm just relieved I've finally found a dentist who I like and who respects my concerns and ridiculously misplaced fears.
Diana dropped me off for the appointment and magically reappeared when it was all over. The only thing I remember was that she stopped to get me a smoothie on the way home. I had little to no feeling in my entire mouth so using the straw was quite a challenge. Once home, I promptly hopped into bed and stayed there for the rest of the day. Waking only to take Malomar out and to eat a little dinner. I must admit, Malomar and Lincoln were wonderful recovery buddies. They snuggled with me all day and had no problem being little lazy bums.
So I survived my first root canal. I hope to not make a habit of having dental work done, but I'm just relieved I've finally found a dentist who I like and who respects my concerns and ridiculously misplaced fears.