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.