Categories: Athlete's Jewelry, Giveaway, Root Canal, Running
In my case it starts with Endo and ends with dontist.
I mentioned my tooth issue a couple of weeks ago and it’s been all downhill from there with pain increasing by the hour.
So yesterday, finally, was my appointment.
But first, some last ditch, late night speedwork. A girl’s gotta do what she has to do to get a run in, right?
In my experience there’s a correlation between the swankiness of the waiting room and the degree of bloody murder that takes place once you get past the super-pretty receptionist and make it to the, um, procedure room.
Today was no different.
I walked in to find not one but two gurgling water features, complete with hypnotic wind chime sound effects. All the better to block out the drone of drills and bone saws I guess.
Overstuffed leather chairs (better to hide in)
Glossy magazines so I can read about the yacht I might escape on, should I actually survive the ‘procedure’
You get the idea.
in the fetal position deep in the leather crevices, jaw throbbing in pain, until the receptionist and her home-coming court dragged me kicking and screaming ushered me in.
The array of topical anesthetics read like a fine beverage list:
I’ll spare you the nitty gritty.
Suffice it say the canals have been rooted, the Novacaine has worn off and although I’m considerably sore, the outrageous pain is gone.
First question as soon as I was finished? When will I be able to run?