Having a root canal done without a local anesthetic like novocaine is definitely not my idea of passing an enjoyable Sunday afternoon. This is my free day of uneventfulness, meant for fun and relaxation, not for going to the dentist of all places.
Last night I barely slept because of the throbbing pain in my molar which has been getting steadily worse in the last week. This morning I was even ready to yank the damn tooth out myself if it would remove that awful pain.
Instead I made an appointment with the backup dentist who was on call, hoping the best I could that he could relieve the main (preferably without having to pull the molar).
His conclusion was to conduct immediate root canal and he started drilling, probing and hacking. No I would not need novocaine, he kept on insisting, repeating that he was 'almost' done for the next ten minutes.
My legs were flailing all over the place and my clenched fists held tightly to the side. My skin became clammy and the back of my shirt was drenched in sweat. I'm almost there he kept saying. Was I exaggerating and acting like a big baby?
When he was done, I could feel my heartbeat pounding and my hands felt jittery. I asked him nervously what he had just done, and he replied that that was a quick root canal. As if it was nothing more than a simple procedure not to cause the least amount of consternation.
Congratulations, that was my very first root canal and I survived thank you!
All in all, the pain has receded and I hope that I can continue the fun-filled life of painlessly chewing and drinking delicacies for many years to come. In the olden days they would have just yanked out the molar and thrown it across the street, so I should feel grateful and relieved.