It seemed like the most appropriate title. I tried to come up with a palindrome about a root canal, but couldn't do it. Let me know if you think of one.
So, we went to my brother's wedding. It was a good time and my new sister-in-law got her dream wedding. They were both so happy :-) More updates on that later.
For the past week, I have been dealing with some serious tooth pain. It was at its worst at the wedding and then the peak was on the drive home last night. I think I deal with pain fairly well. I try not to complain much when I'm sick and I believe I am good at hiding it when I need to (like at work or something). Well, that's what I had to do over the weekend. I knew in my mind that something was seriously wrong.
I told Josh last night in the car that if I couldn't get a dentist appointment today that I was going to have to head to the ER. I got one. I have been taking what is probably 3 times the recommended dosage of ibuprofen and tylenol the past few days and was so relieved when the dentist walked in that I just started crying (for the first time). He took an x-ray and came back and said, "Well, there's no question. You have a severe abscess. Here is a narcotic. Here is an antibiotic. Call this endodontist and schedule a root canal immediately."
Shucks.
I have had a root canal before. Then one of the posts in my tooth broke and I had to have a re-treatment of that same root canal. I know people complain about root canals like they are the worst thing in the world. The truth is: they aren't. If you have ever had an abscessed tooth giving you what is without a doubt the worst pain you have ever felt and your dentist tells you that you need a root canal... you thank him and make the appointment.
The worst part is that my insurance only covers 50% so we have to spend our holiday money on my eff-ing tooth. Whatev. Such is life.
I took my narcotic. All is well.
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