Day I Got Root Canal

I just got home from a root canal. Not exactly the most fun way to spend a day off, but if it finally manages to bring an end to the unrelenting pain I've been enduring for two weeks, I'll be ecstatic. Of course, the anesthetic hasn't fully worn off, and I've been told that I can expect a couple days of (different) pain, so it's too soon to know if this will do the trick. Wish me luck!

I seem to be somewhat resistant to anesthetic. The dentist had to do a double dose before he could even get started. Then, seconds after he started drilling, I had to raise my twitching hands to get him to stop. After evaluating the situation, he told me, "This is going to sting. Hang on." He quickly drilled a narrow pipe straight down, which was excruciating, then stuck a needle down the root, which was even more excruciating, but only for a second, because as soon as the direct-down-the-middle-of-the-tooth dose of anesthetic hit, I was fine. I barely felt anything for the next hour as he worked.

As I was laying there in the chair, watching the steady parade of bizarre dental implements, the likes of which I've never seen before, I realized that the anesthetic was beginning to wear off in my lip and cheek. Then I noticed that my legs were shaking terribly. I thought, "It's not that cold in here. What's going on down there? Oh wait, that's trembling with fear! How fascinating!"

Anyway, I'm home now, and my cheek and jaw are starting to hurt from the trauma. I can tell I'm in for a fun evening.