Yeah, that's me. About three-quarters of the way through my root canal yesterday. Last week, I was lying about, reading a book on my iPad and coping with one of those man colds. I was hacking my lungs up, blowing my nose to beat the band and cranking up the stereo because I was so stuffed up I was practically deaf (why's Mrs D always yelling at me?) when just when I thought I was a marvellous medical malady multi-tasker a tooth started to ache.
It got worse Thursday but I didn't call the dentist. I have one of those love/hate relationships with my dentist. Usually hate wins out. Did I think my toothache would get better? Hey, miracles can happen.
By Friday I was eating food the consistency of baby food and called the dentist. He doesn't work Fridays it turns out. He golfs. Lucky guy. But his colleague could take me, and did, and prescribed antibiotics until I could see my dentist Monday.
Interesting weekend. More pablum-like food. Soup. Stuff that doesn't require chewing.
Saw my dentist Monday. Didn't let on I hate him. It actually wasn't too bad. I debated whether I should have the tooth pulled or a root canal done. The latter won out. It only took an hour and-a-half.
Now let me set the scene. The bad tooth was on the top of my mouth. So they tipped me back in the chair until I was almost standing on my head. Then they attached this rubber sheet around the tooth and away they went. Do you know what's it like to virtually stand on your head, keep your mouth open and drool for an hour and-a-half? No? I do.
Now the idea behind a root canal is to drill a hole, remove the infection then cram a bunch of crap in the hole and cover it all up. This was a tiny tooth, not a big molar. But they sure jammed a lot of crap in that canal.
Dentistry has come a long way over the years. The novocaine needle was painless and the operation went off without a hitch. Man, when I was a kid I recall needles the size of darning needles and drills like jackhammers with the pulleys whirring away in front of me scaring me half to death.
Why I hate dentists. Bad childhood memories.
Thank goodness my dentist, who I've been seeing close to 30 years, doesn't live up to his name. What is it? Dr. Hacking.
And I enjoyed his tooth-side manner so much I'm going back for part two of the procedure next week!