I thought about this post this morning when i was at the endodontist, quietly crying. Apparently the stuff they injected in my gum to numb the area also contained epinephrine, which gave me the jitters and made me feel incredibly weird, and when the dental tech I've never met before took my hand to calm me, I was overwhelmed with emotion and began crying. And it was okay.
Sitting in the chair for an hour and a half having a very difficult root canal was not fun and even worse is the fact that I'm still in pain and should expect to be throughout the weekend, thanks to the incredible inflammation in the tooth area, according to my new endodontist. I had been told by friends that once the root canal was done, the pain was gone, but this is not proving true for me. I feel duped, like women in the midst of labor feel when they realize how much pain the transition stage entails. He also told me I have a high pain threshold, which will shock all my friends and family who hear my complaining and whining on a regular basis. (I'm really not a suck it up kind of person.)
The office staff did compliment me on my felted bag, my silver earrings, my scarf, and my hat in progress, probably an effort to "calm the crazy woman". Since only half my face was working at the time, I hope they could tell how happy that made me. What a nice group of people they were, which is good since I'm going to be seeing them again in three weeks.
So, I'm chugging along on some knitting and hope to photograph some of it tomorrow. Now it's back to the Vicodin, warm tea, and Bones. Be glad I don't have your phone number, otherwise I'd probably call and complain some more.
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