Got to my emergency cracked tooth appointment only to find that I was sadly mistaken. What I needed was a root canal. super. What the hell this week has been a doozie anyway let’s do this.
Big shocker but I needed more than the average amount of numbing shots. Once we finally got going the burning tooth smell was making me gag. I couldn’t help but smell it as breathing through my mouth would have meant drowning in my own spit and tooth chips.
Fortyfive minutes later I felt a lot better as the pressure was finally released but my mouth was stretched like I earned a living at it. I’m still sore 12 hours later. The tooth itself has some temporary bullshit in it and I should be done with this next Tuesday. No more boring toothache writing begins now.