I went off to the dentist this morning to get my root canal. It’s a stressful thing to contemplate and I was plenty nervous as I climbed into the chair. The dentist did his best to make it as pleasant as possible, even putting on some music. He choose Garth Brooks – whether that helped or hindered I leave for you to determine. Then he put a stretchy blue dental dam in place, gave me a wedge to bite on so that I could relax my mouth, and shot me full of anaesthetic. He was gentle and the drilling was intermittent, giving me time to recover, so on the whole it wasn’t too painful an experience. More unpleasant in the anticipation than the actuality.
Unfortunately, the digging around revealed damage to the outside of the tooth as well, too much damage to be repaired by a root canal. The tooth will have to be extracted and replaced. That will involve a trip to an oral surgeon and probably some thousands of dollars. The dentist filled the hole he’d made and sent me off with a report, a pile of x-rays, and a recommendation that I get it done as soon as I can. I’m waiting to hear from my usual dentist this afternoon so that we can plan the necessary appointments.
I’m not sure what’s worse about this process – the stress of dealing with people poking around in my mouth, or the horrendous cost of it all.