I am happy to report that I survived my root canal. Actually, I did more than that: it actually went well. I seriously need to give a shout-out to the dental office I went to, because they have been nothing but awesome and accommodating to me. I haven’t felt badly about being sort of a spaz about the dentist, even for a second. They are working with my insurance, my budget, my everything. I cannot recommend Pleasant Dental in Roseville, CA highly enough. If you’re in town, and need a dentist, you should seriously go see them. NOW.
Anyways, I was amazed at how well it went. Andrew had to drive me because I was basically high as a kite, which was an interesting experience. I took a valium prior to the appointment, which took me to my “happy place.” And by happy place, I mean, a place where I wasn’t completely nervous as heck! My heart stopped pounding, and I sort of relaxed into the fact that I was going to be drilled into.
Next came nitrous. Ahh, nitrous. Have you had the pleasure? Because it is amazing. No jokes. I put on my little nitrous mask and all of a sudden, I didn’t care what was done to me. I didn’t feel the shots. I didn’t feel them start to drill. Basically, I slept with my mouth open for AN HOUR AND A HALF while they poked and prodded and worked. It makes you feel floaty and high and sort of crazy. I’m not a druggie in any sense of the word (hi, paranoia!) but nitrous is basically amazing. Seriously. It makes everything better.
I do think I scared my dentist for a hot minute when I raised my “pain hand” wildly. Um, no, I wasn’t in pain. I just realized that if I didn’t pee right that second? I might have peed my pants (well, skirt) because I was so relaxed, I didn’t realize that I had to go to the bathroom. THAT’S how relaxed I was.
All in all, it was a good experience. I completely lost track of time, and after 90 minutes, I floated home. Andrew made me macaroni and cheese, and I laid on the couch.
Best of all? I am know longer wishing for sweet death due to tooth pain.
I have a litany of tooth ailments, but now? I’m not so petrified.