Did I tell you that I needed a root canal? Well I've needed one since, well, I was told I needed one in June and my appointment was finally this morning. As petrified as I am, I just couldn't wait to go this morning and I arrived twenty minutes early, I just wanted to get it done. Yes, I need a root canal but I need to get rid of the abscess that I've been carting around for weeks, even more.
The appointment was at my usual place but I had never seen this dentist before, he was lovely, talked ten to the dozen and sounded just like 'Fronk' from "Father of the Bride". It was so distracting but in a really great way, beneath the rubber damn thingummy stretched across my mouth, I was often trying not to smile, he wasn't even joking, I just couldn't stop thinking about Fronk as he chatted away.
A couple of hours later, I'm sipping coffee through a straw, feeling a bit tingly and still numb, but not too bad. It's only half done, unsurprisingly, there is quite a bit of infection so we, Fronk and I, need to see if it settles before the final filling goes in. I return to Fronk in a few weeks, fingers crossed it's good enough for the wedding next week, for now, I'm wearing some kind of medicated temporary ensemble.
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