I had the root canal. I lived. It was not so bad, and it turns out that once she got inside it she found that I had two dead nerves and one live nerve, which was why the tests were not accurate. She said that I probably would have had a lot of pain in about three weeks, so it’s a good thing that I decided to go ahead and do it as soon as the pain started coming back.
My fears were not unfounded though – she used a lot more anesthetic and it still began to wear off just before she finished. But the pain was not unbearable and she stopped and numbed me up again. She said that I must have a high metabolism. I wish that my fat cells were aware of that.
It’s a relief to have it done and off my mind more than anything.
That’s it. I’m spending the rest of the evening reading and sleeping.