Following Wednesday afternoon's check-up, I made an appointment for a filing (which she said may need a root canal) for Monday morning. I showed up at my swanky new dental office for 9 a.m. and was shocked when handed a full page list of network TV shows to choose from. I got a shot of novocain to the top left side of my mouth while I watched 30 Rock. How wild is that? Forty-five minutes later she said I needed a root canal and an 11:30 appointment was made with a specialist out in Brookline. I forgot how much I don't miss taking the green line. So out to Brookline Village I go. Two hours and 15 minutes later I'm done. The procedure wasn't painful at all. But it was tiring. I definitely got impatient toward the end. The reasons people dread root canals are plentiful. Here are a few:
- the name - could they think of something a little less threatening?
- the noises - drill, drill, deeper, deeper
- the smells - like a hot glue gun
- the aftermath - two days later and I still resemble a chipmunk
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