Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Regarding yesterday's post, my brother has reminded me that my memory is faulty (as usual): "The hole," in my father's house, is not the storage space under the stairs, but rather the closet upstairs under the eaves.
It still makes sense to call our closet here "the hole," though, so in the end the story is the same, unaffected by that small detail. So never mind that, and let's move on to the big news of the day...
...my ROOT CANAL!
I know -- you really, really want to hear about this. I would not dream of disappointing you.
Seriously, it went mostly fine. It was just a matter of holding my mouth open for 45 minutes or so, and dealing with a rubber dental dam meant to keep things from falling down my throat. I never had to wear one of those before, and in fact in the '80s and '90s I remember hearing recommendations that they be used for safer sex. (I am not making this up.) Having now worn one for dentistry, I can't imagine using one for sex. But anyway.
I wouldn't say the root canal was painless, exactly -- there were a few times when the dentist hit the nerve and I felt it, and he had to numb me up a bit more. There was also a brief moment of equipment failure, when he couldn't get one of his drill thingies to work, and I was lying there thinking, "Uh-oh." But finally the hygienist got it going again, and the procedure overall wasn't too bad. It's a heck of a lot better than living with a painful tooth.
When the dentist first removed the gold inlay I've had in that tooth for almost ten years, he saw evidence of both decay and infection beneath it. So the inlay was leaking or somehow allowing the tooth to deteriorate. I've never liked that thing and I'm glad to have it gone. (I saved it to take to a scrap gold dealer -- another bizarre errand to run one of these days.)
Now, I have no pain -- just a gritty temporary filling. A chunk of it came out last night; the dentist warned me that might happen and not to worry. It also tastes terrible, like sucking on a quinine lozenge, but I've read online that that's normal, so I'm not concerned. I think the taste will go away, and I go back in two weeks for a permanent crown. I think the dentist wants me to wait that long to make sure problems don't develop with the root canal itself -- to make sure it's "successful," as he put it.
So now I can say I've had a root canal. Chalk that off my bucket list!
(Photo: A pizza place in Shoreditch.)