I just plucked some nose hair —
because I have 2 root canals scheduled in just under 3 hours and if the person performing the procedure is going to judge me, I don’t want it to be for unruly nose hair.
Now please hold while I cover my teeth with whiteout.
The last time I had work done on a tooth, it went like this…
“Ok. You’re going to feel a bit of a pinch and then the pain is going to go away.”
“Ok. You shouldn’t feel anything now. Do you feel this?”
“Alright. We’ll give you a little more. Do you feel this?”
“Hmmmm. You appear resistant to novocaine. Do you feel this?”
… 4 hours later …
“Ok, do you feel this?”
So, you can tell I’m really looking forward to today.
But seriously, it’s a new experience. I actually do look forward to it. And also, chewing comfortably on either side of my mouth.
If that happens, I’ll be as pleased as the Kool-aid man.
Dentist from last night’s call:
“So yeah. We have you scheduled for 1:30. We should be able to get you right in, so if you could show up 5 to 10 minutes early, that would be great.”
Shows up 80 minutes early.
Turns out I am still *surprisingly* resistant to novocaine…
It also turns out that the conversation I posted with my dentist from 20 years ago is *surprisingly* accurate for today’s shenanigans, too.
Not only did I get 2 root canal procedures, I also get an upcoming tooth extraction thrown in for good measure!
*The tooth I broke 5 years ago (which was one of the teeth I had worked on today) doesn’t have enough integrity to hold up to long term use.
In summary, he’s an evil lazy bastard and he has to go.
After a number of x-rays today, I had to ask…
“Are these x-rays going to make me a mutant?”
“No. There really isn’t much radiation at all.”
“That’s disappointing. I was hoping for superpowers.”