Tuesday, November 21, 2006

What, no one is going to ask about the fire?

This morning I had the pleasure of having a root canal. It really wasn't that bad, but it left me wondering something. Don't dentists go to the dentist to get work done? Do they like trying to have conversations with their mouth full of crap? Don't get me wrong, I love my dentist. He's a nice guy, he doesn't judge you if you haven't been to the dentist in a while because you have an unnatural fear of them, and he's got a sense of humor. Plus, he's good at explaining what is he's actually doing, and he admitted to me today that he's got 13 crowns in his mouth (he had to make me feel better after he showed me the X-ray of the finished root canal and it also showed 3 old fillings and one new cavity, even though there were only 4 or 5 teeth in the picture).

About three quarters of the way through the procedure the dentist paused and said "You're not feeling this at all, are you?"

Dentist: See, root canals have a bad rap. They really aren't all that bad.
Dentist: Tell all your friends.

Side note:
Driver was home with Back Seat Boy while I was having my "not all that bad" root canal (Back Seat Girl goes to daycare on Tuesdays), so he had to give BSB a bottle. I figured there's no way a 2 week old baby would eat more than 3 ounces, so that's what I left out for him. BSB ended up drinking 5 ounces, 5 OUNCES in one sitting. What a piglet!

1 comment:

Papa Wonder said...

I'll bite. Fire?
I hope you are not burning the relish tray you are bringing for Thanksgiving.