Guess what! Root canals, as in “I would rather have a root canal …,” aren’t so bad. I think it helps if your dentist is as adorable and as teensy and Costa Rican as mine. But yeah, an hour in and we were totally done, and I was totally numb, and I was too confused to care!
Last night Clark’s friend told him that he should probably go to the root canal with me to help me get home afterwards. Really? Did they forget to numb him when they did his? Because I couldn’t feel shit.
The only awful part was when adorable dentist lady said, “Well, this was only supposed to be a consultation (whoops on my part), but since you’re in pain and there’s a LOT of decay, I can do the root canal now.”
A PART OF ME WAS ROTTING. I WAS ROTTING FROM THE INSIDE.
In other news, Bally Total Fitness, a gym with which I had a membership in 2005, calls my cell phone 1 – 2 times per day. Is someone trying to tell me something?