I had a root canal, and I’m still waiting on the T-shirt!
I had my first root canal Tuesday. Now, I’m no stranger to dental work, but this is something I had spent most of life worried about–especially the last four months.
Recently, I had been told, “A root canal? It’s no big deal. Really.” And “You can do it, Andrea!” And “It was actually blissful and dreamy.” And “Here are some youtube videos you can watch. Root canals get a bad wrap, but they’ve really advanced technologically.” And these friends meant well and I appreciated their efforts toward comfort while I was worrying about the unknown and uncontrollable–a HUGE fear for me.
However, when I was crying in the endodontist’s chair because I could feel her drilling three holes into my tooth because it wasn’t totally numb despite the multiple shots of anesthetic AND when I had to ask my husband to feed me (yes, take the spoon and put it in the soup and bring it to my mouth) because I couldn’t sit up for the lightheadedness/dizziness/nausea from the pain meds, I found little comfort in my friends’ words embedded in my brain.
But I survived! And can check this off of my unknown things to fear list–you know there is one!
I’m glad you survived the trauma!