The root of the problem

We had a nice Labor Day weekend, bookended by some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced and two, count ‘em, two, root canals.

Thursday night after class I met Little Mom and Chel at The Cheesecake Factory, where they had dined with our neighbor Larry and had saved a little bit of cheesecake for me. With every bite or drink I took I felt like somebody was punching me in the face. Not a very pleasant feeling! I took some ibuprofen and things eventually settled down, but in the morning the face punching feeling returned again when I tried to eat breakfast.

Now, as it turns out, most dentists in Dallas happen to take Friday off. I called around to as many good doctors as I could find on Google, and eventually found one down the street from our house who was open and could fit me in.

An x-ray revealed that I needed a lovely root canal. He finished it up, and I headed home to sleep the rest of the day away on pain pills.

Everything started feeling better, and I was able to go on about our Labor Day weekend, highlighted by a lot of reading for school and a little time spent researching at the library.

Then the face-punching came back on Monday, except this time it was worse. I went back to my friendly neighborhood dentist on Tuesday morning, and another x-ray later, he discovered that he hadn’t gotten deep enough the first time around, so I got another root canal. I guess it was two-for-the-price-of-one week, since he didn’t charge me.

Today I’m back at work and I haven’t taken a pain pill yet, so I’m feeling pretty good and coherent. Hopefully the second time will be the charm!