I spent a good portion of the day at the endodontist's office having a root canal on one of my back molars.
Lots of fun, that...
As it turns out, I learned today that "we might be talking about the involvement of two teeth." Lucky me. I had four canals drilled into one tooth today, and the insertion of lots of medicine. Next week, it's back and sealing everything up after it's all evaluated. Then, on to investigate whether the tooth right alongside this one is also affected.
So, for now, my newest two best friends are warm salt water solutions and Tylenol. I'm pretty sore.
I crashed for about two hours this afternoon, which helped me through the worst stretches, and when I awoke, I looked outside to a beautiful spring day, and look who's back.
Joe peeked inside the bluebird house, and reported back to me that we have 3 eggs in this sweet nest. I'm excited! At least there was some good news today!
When my son learned I was heading to the endodontist, and that they'd told me I could bring my iPod or wear glasses and watch a movie while the surgery was going on, he said I should ask for "Marathon Man." (If you're not familiar with that movie, it's a horribly stressful thriller with Dustin Hoffman and Laurence Olivier, who plays a really sadistic dentist.) I've seen it before.
I opted for no tunes and no movies: wanted to keep my eye on the proceedings, masochist that I am!
"Some tortures are physical,
and some are mental,
But the one that is both
I'll get back to sketching as soon as I can here...