Can I just vent for a minute?
When I tell you my mouth feels like there are 7 tiny little men mining the hell out of my teeth right now. I know, wildly specific but I just finished watching Snow White so it seemed appropriate. And I know what you're thinking. Why don't I just go to the dentist? Well . . . I did that. And guess what they told me. I need a root canal!
Now let me back up a bit so I can share where my frustration comes from. Back in 2015, I went to the dentist for a routine check-up. Now mind you, I hadn't been to the dentist in a year and a half because I was too old to be on my mom's insurance & I was jumping from job to job and didn't have my own insurance.
Not making excuses. Just stating facts.
Fast forward, the first day back at the dentist & they tell me, not only do I have a cavity, but the damn thing is D E E P. I'm talking Grand Canyon deep. Okay . . . a cavity . . . no biggie right? Wrong! I've never had a cavity before and I prided myself on keeping it that way. But now, in my twenties, I'm staring cavity in the face saying, DAMN! DAAAMN! DAAAAAAAMN! (in my Florida Evans voice). I'll share my Good Times obsession at a later time.
So they novocaine me & fill the cavity. That process in itself was a pain because the whole left side of my mouth was extremely sensitive. Sensitive to the point where I couldn't eat at all on that side. Fast forward 8 months ago & I still am eating only on the right side.Can you see why my frustration was beginning to build?
Something was definitely wrong with that picture. So I walked myself back into that dentist office, they took X-rays and found . . . nothing. Nothing! So me, being the stubborn person I am, just couldn't accept that reality & decided to get a second opinion. I had to come out of pocket & spend some coins for this second opinion because again . . . the transition of careers didn't exactly provide me with dental coverage. But I did what I had to do because the sensitivity and the throbbing pain was becoming too much to bare.
I just knew this second opinion would solve my tooth problem and give me the answers I needed. Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. They didn't find anything either. I even brought up the idea of a root canal. Not that I wanted one, but desperate times call for desperate measures. But no. They said they didn't want to do a root canal on a tooth that didn't need it.
So now here I sit on the verge of tears, underneath my sock monkey blanket all because the dentist couldn't "find" anything. And don't even get me started on the fact that the next available appointment for a root canal isn't for another two weeks . . . UGH!
And to be real with you, I am terrified about having this root canal. I have a slight phobia of dentist ever since I was a kid because of a stupid traumatic experience. I'm not looking forward to it AT ALL.
Anyways . . . back to popping pain meds like they're M&M's and listening to Frank Ocean to take this pain away.
Have you ever had a root canal? Let me know! I have no clue what to expect.