Yesterday I had Day One of a my first root canal.
I can take that off my bucket list, now.
It never should’ve been on that damn list, to begin with!
For two and a half hours straight…no lie, no exaggeration…that woman drilled into my tooth. 2.5 HOURS! I’m no wuss…at all. I bypassed the gas because she said that was just used to ease the anxiety of the anesthesia…the shots.
A tiny little prick caused me no anxiety. NONE. What did cause me anxiety, was her boring through my tooth like she was Bruce Willis, and it was a giant meteor headed to destroy earth!!
I never understood why people feared the dentist until yesterday. My husband cannot handle needles and drilling, and shit like that. I know for a fact, that Jake would have to be put to sleep if he needed a root canal.
As in, euthanized, not anesthetized!!! The poor soul would never survive it!
Suckiest part of all?
I’m heading back there right now, because Bruce said, “I wanna do just a little more drilling and shaping and cleaning, before I fill it up.”
Like she’s giving me a damn pedicure!!
Really, woman? You’re a bitch!!!