Root Canal and Laughing Gas
Wow. Time has zipped by and I haven't blogged in quite some time. Not terribly busy, other than being at the lake the last 2 weekends.
OH.
And I had a ROOT CANAL yesterday. How's that for a boat-load of fun? The last few weeks I've been in some pretty rough tooth pain so I made an appointment for Tuesday.
I arrived.
They did the ex-rays and in the process, the technician said to me, "Wow. You have a little mouth." And I said, "Wow!!!! I don't think anyone has ever said anything on me is little. I wish you could say that about my bottom!" She laughed.
And I laughed and secretly wished I had a little wee bottom. But I don't. And perhaps I never will. But, since I'm prit-near 40, I'm coming to grips with the reality that is my bottom. C'est la vie.
Back to root canal. And then, Dr. Dentist came in, took one nano-second look at my ex-ray and said, "No wonder you're in a lot of pain. The nerve is exposed and it's infected. You need a root canal. We have the time now. Shall we?"
He asked in the same way someone would say, "Shall we dance?" And since I love to dance I said, "Okay." And my eyes promptly teared up. To which he said, "Would you like some nitrous oxide?" {Or something like that.} And I said, "What's that?" And he said, "It will be good for you. It will just calm you down."
I said, "SIGN ME UP." {I also told him that I'm a wimp when it comes to pain, and that I was the one that got the epidural at the earliest possible second during the birth of both my children, so I was definitely going to need the laughing gas.}
He hooked me up and got me breathing through a tube. I felt like a dream and instantly decided that all mothers across land and sea should be given that gas at approximately 4pm every day. It just made everything all better.
At one point when he was drilling and probing and pulling and prodding, Dr. Dentist sneezed. A big sneeze. He politely said, "Excuse me. My allergies are really acting up. It's been a rough day with the oak pollen."
So I said, "Well, at least you're not getting a root canal today!" That got a big chuckle out of everyone in the room. I like that gas. It's about the only time I'm ever a bit quick-witted. Okay, reality is I'm never quick-witted so I felt like a real live comedian.
So, that's my drama for the week.
What have you been up to?