No picture needed....you know the feeling...it starts as a "hmmm...my jaw sort of aches", then in a day's time, it's a full throbbing thing.
Well...that's NOT what I have! Oh no...I have to have an old root canal tooth go bad. The crown has been pieced and parted, then re-glued back together. Now the opening and rough spots are just ripping up the inside of my cheek. So tomorrow, I go under.
I want to go under.
I want drugs.
I'm not afraid to admit it.
I begged for drugs during childbirth and 3 Breast Cancer surgeries.
I do better not knowing what's coming, or seeing the dentist anchoring his foot on the chair to get the better grip as he stuffs his fingers, wrist, elbow and arm in my mouth to get the bastard out!
It's not like the tooth is still live. It's dead. Been dead for over 30 years. But the thought of just being BARELY 50 and loosing my first tooth, well....it means I'm getting *gasp* old!
I remember that root canal like it was yesterday. Laying there with the rubber dam anchored on the tooth, with my lips spread open like a turkey's rear end receiving the coveted stuffing. I drove back to work and hit a large white bird and was too upset to stop the car. The security guard at the bank cleared the broken pieces out of the grill, and pronounced dinner was cooked on my radiator.
So tomorrow I will take no chances and have the benefit of a driver. It may be my daughter, Haley...who will soon, too, be going under the drugs to have her wisdom teeth pulled.
And the cycle continues....