got my first root canal done, a necessary evil
went there with my social worker, funny blone. in the waiting room he cracked jokes to "lighten the mood" i forgive him
"social worker starts joking and making drill noises"
"dude not now"
(he continues)
"dude imagine shes gonna whip out that huge bosch drill where sparks fly out after turning it on"
"why mate"
fast forward in the dentist chair
"how much does it hurt"
"cant sleep from the pain"
"i think were gonna have to do a root canal because the root is so infected already that you cant sleep anymore"
the thought of "i hoped for something else" crosses my mind
"do we have to do it today?"
"we dont have to do a thing" she says
social worker interjects "yeah but next time if you dont do it today i might not be here and someone else"
the dentist says "if you do it another day just know the pain only gets worse and not better"
"alright, gotta make the choice, lets do it today"
i only remember the rest faintly
social worker at some point says
"come on youre the martial artist here, you can do it"
"oh a martial artist" the dentist says
any how the root or whatever gets drilled open
"just raise your hand if you feel a sharp pain"
"starts raising hand
"were gonna give you the second injection"
(me in a delirious trance):
"Nah just continue"
"no youre gonna get the injection"
im like "ok"
(aaaaah finally nothing hurts anymore)
before or after she pours bleach or some chlorine tasting (probably sodium hypochlorite) in my teeth?
oh man i will never forget the burn and the taste
burns for a fraction of a second
tastes like godzilla emptied his bowels into a chernobyl swimming pool.
"oh man i didnt expect that from a disinfectant"
before or after she pulls up the "excavator" to remove the nerve or something
cant quite recall the order of events
appointment done, go to the park, meet with friends, all of the tough guys flinch as i tell them "dentist... root canal, i need a beer"