A Big Fat Negative

On the root canal that is.

Took a whole day off of work for this. Richie went to the dentist with me. Sat and waited forever since they were "working us in."

Get back to the exam room, he looks at my mouth and says "Hmm...I don't know if what's causing this is going to be fixed with the root canal. I mean, you still need one but I can't do it today."

He took x-rays, and now I need root canals on TWO teeth.

But he didn't do them today because I have several sores and infections all.over.my.mouth. He didn't want to aggravate things even more.

Plus I have this lump on my jaw/neck, and that has grown in size in about a week and hurts. So I have to go to a neck surgeon on Thursday to get that checked out.

For real, it is never simple with me. Ever, ever.

Thankfully, I really like my dentist. He is super nice and takes good care of me. Part of that is probably because I taught his daughter last year. But, whatever the reason, he indulges my extreme anxiety about dental procedures.

Now I have time to ponder about the pain of a root canal since I won't have it until October 1st. They've given me Xanax (if that's how it spelled?) to take before so that I'm not as anxious. And they are going to give me an IV with other meds so I'm out for the procedure. That's probably best so I don't cry and embarrass myself too much.

I go to the doc about this growth/cyst on Thursday. I'm thinking it needs to be removed. At my last visit, he said if it grows or hurts, it will need to be either biopsied or removed. I'm leaning toward the removal so that if the biopsy comes back weird and I need it out, it's already done! Don't you like how I think ahead?

Oh, and I have the best husband ever. He takes such good care of me. I love him!