Today was a good day. Tooth #31 decided to check into Reality Hotel and go numb. Now I have rubber roots and permission to travel.
By the way, I’ve decided that someone needs to start a zydeco band for children and call it “Rubber Roots.” Am I right?
Root Canal Highlights
Hey, even a traffic jam can have highlights. Here were some of the more outstanding moments of my endodontic procedure.
Going Numb. My doc found a place in the back of my tooth that made it so I didn’t feel the Ice Prick of Pain.
Unlike on Wednesday, when they “tested” my tooth and I jumped out of my seat, scissor-kicked my heels into the chair, and they asked, “You felt that?” Um, yes… that’s why I just jumped out of my seat and scissor-kicked my heels into the chair.
The Conversation. Once I was numb for sure, the whole room released its constipation of anticipation and bright energy of “It’s on!” filled up the place. Here was the conversation that followed:
Doc: Okay, you ready?
Me: I’m scared.
Doc: Me, too. Let’s rock ‘n roll.
That made me laugh.
The Speed. My doc worked with the speed and precision of a NASCAR pit crew all-star. He showed tremendous expertise as he balanced measuring, cleaning, checking in on my mental health, and then finishing the job before the anesthesia wore off.
I am deeply indebted to him for his care. He’s given me back the road and I’m gonna drive it all the way to the Grand Canyon.
San Fran Awaits
Sunday and Monday, I’ll make a brief stop in the Bay Area and then go further south. I will miss many of my friends and the fun in the Bay but I’ll see you all again. It’s a short flight.
And, big hugs to you, Seattle. You are the squishy pillow of hometown love upon which I lay my weary head, and receive medical care. Thank you for sharing.