Today was D-Day (Dental Day). Got out of bed; I wasn’t looking forward to the looming appointment at 11:30 AM. Went for my usual morning walk, had some breakfast, powered on my computer, checked my emails, and then went for a swim. It was like any other day, except for that dreaded appointment. Then I reasoned to myself—did I want a major toothache to erupt before I would visit the dentist? Memories of 20 years ago came back to haunt me. Furthermore, I had already visited my dentist two days ago and he said that the root canal treatment for this present tooth wouldn’t be too painful as the nerve was already dead.
Before I knew it, the morning was almost over and it was time to make the trip to see the dentist. So I was ushered in and the doc started to do his thing. It was the usual poking, drilling, etc. which dentists are known for (I must admit, the sound of those high speed drills still sends shivers down my spine). Other than an injection or two, I was surprised and relieved to find that the whole procedure was relatively painless, and it was over in 20 minutes. I was fixed up with painkillers, had some gauze in my mouth to stop the temporary bleeding, and that was it.
I’ll have to see the doc again in about two day’s time. Once he’s satisfied that the tooth has no more abscess and infection, he’ll seal it with a filling, and that will be the end of things. Oh, and I must remember to pay the man.
Go for regular dental checkups, even if you believe your teeth are fine and you aren’t experiencing any pain. Believe me, there’s nothing worse than getting a toothache—it’s a real drag, especially in the middle of the night.
Tags: dentist, root canal