It seems as though my extravagant youth has caught up to me. I had a huge – likely unnecessarily large – filling in what I believe to be my #14 molar. It was a gargantuan filling. You’ll be impressed if I ever can find it and take a picture.
Let me get to last week. My kids were binging on starburst, which due to my younger two have to be unwrapped and given to them. Whilst unwrapping and distributing starbust, I unwrapped a cherry one. Thought to myself, I’m kind of hungry, I could use a little snack. Popped in my mouth. Started chewing.
One of the worst decisions I have ever made.
I realized that when I was chewing and felt a significantly sized piece of metal in my mouth along with the starburst.
When I first got it out, I thought my tooth had simply decayed and disintegrated and that was like a portion of the broken tooth. Looked really nasty. But I’m happy to say I did not panic. Didn’t really bother me much.
I did, however, realize that this was probably serious. So I took it upon myself to ring the dentist and make an emergency appointment. Unfortunately it took almost a week due to my procrastinating* and my dentist, who is wonderful, not having convenient office hours for my particular situation. Like I said I wasn’t in pain…physical at least. Sweating it was kind of hard. As it most usually is the worst part.
Anyway I got into the dentists on a Monday, and I could tell by her reaction as soon as she walked into the room.it wasn’t good. It wasn’t. At all. It was terrible. Pretty much my worst dental nightmare.
A visit to the endodontic studio.
Don’t understand? Lucky you. Let me put it this way:
I get home after stopping at the pharmacy to pick up the antibiotics my lovely dentist was nice enough to prescribe. And I break the news to my loving wife. I am filled with worry about the procedure I now have to face.. Most of the people I’ve heard talking about root canals are usually horror stories. My wife tells me they’re no big deal. My mom tells me they are horrible. My dad says no big deal. The internet, as expected, is nothing but horror stories. The anxiety is what destroys you!
So Wednesday arrives. I get to the studio early. Wait for about an hour to see Dr. Trinh. I was so nervous it was indescribable the amount of anxiety I felt. I sit down in the chair. Dr. Trinh goes over my options. One of which is to root canal the two molars surrounding the damage molar. He stated that the teeth have irreversible plaquitis. I declined, slyly stating that we should just go with what has already been planned.
He then injects me. The first round wasn’t too bad…like shots from a dentist. But the second round – I still fell those to this day. My jaw is still sore. Whatever he used really worked though. As I did not feel a thing during the entire procedure. There was A LOT of drilling I could hear – which occurred to me today I did not smell that burning smell that is common during fillings at the dentist. But the pain was absent.
A bit under two hours after Dr. Trinh started, he was done with my root canal. What a relief. It certainly wasn’t fun, but it also wasn’t the terrible experience I was expecting. I suppose going in with the lowest possible expectations really doesn’t set a high bar for a root canal. So high marks to the crew at Renovo and Dr. Trinh.
And then after I got home the numbing agent wore off and the pain set in. It was pretty harsh for a few hours. And all Dr. Trinh suggest was ibuprofen – NO – or tylenol. Wasn’t good enough for the few hours after I got home.
And hopefully when I follow up with Dr. Jaffrey she’ll have better news about those two molars that Dr. Trinh said would have to be canaled. C’mon conservative dentistry! I should expect for the worst, which I do, but I hope for the best at the same time.
*Avoiding what I ultimately knew would be a bad outcome.