Oh boy oh boy oh boy...I had a root canal yesterday (explains al lot, don't it?). So much fun...I'd wish it on my worse enemy!
So, they plunge several needles (ohhhhh no, just one won't do) into your gums and the roof of your mouth (that got my attantion!); and then they proceed to drill this nice big hole in your tooth. They pick, and drill, and pick, and drill...and the whole time, say, "We're almost done; hang in there!" THEY LIE! They've got you in a chair with your feet in the air (pretty visual, ain't it?) and press down on your face until you start to see the Great Wall. The nerve is stripped out, and they keep taking X-Rays to make sure they got it all (what, there's doubt? ...oh great!). You sit there hopeing the novacaine won't wear off before they stop laughing evily above you...they were laughing...I could hear them behind my clenched eyelids! Or was that the whir of the drill? Well, anyway, next thing you know, you smell something burning. A Bar-B-Que? Nope....you. They were cauterizing something, or some sort...I don't know specifically...I was crying too much by that point to ask. All the time, them still saying, "We're almost done; hang in there!" THEY LIE! At the very least, the nurse-like-whatevershewas could have worn some bondage outfit appropriate to the torture session, but alas, nope. Next, they plug the sucker up with a temp filling, pop a couple Advil down your throat, ask for a check (there's a grand+ I'll never see again!), and send you out the door. That was a pleasant experience. Hey, at least I got a couple days out of work for my trouble...it ain't ALL bad!!!!
So, ever have a root canal? Bet you won't now!
