Oh me, oh my, I thought I'm gonna die

I was stabbed, poked, cut, sawed and drilled. What happened to me? The last bit of information gave it away. I had root canal. It's a process which nobody likes but has to do it. For me, it was a decision made because I wanted to save the tooth. I had the option of pulling the entire tooth out. It's a molar, upper teeth, number 8 on the right. I broke the tooth sometime back and so I have to go to the dentist and get it fixed.

I broke a quarter of it and so I could either have the whole tooth extracted or do a crowning. Since I am young, I'd opted to save my tooth. All for six hundred bucks. The dotor told me that I need to get my tooth prepared for crowning and so it would mean that I need to do a root canal first then when things are ready, crowning of the tooth.

One thing about root canal, it is a half an hour process (at least mine is). The thing about my process is that the doctor did not, I mean DID NOT, use any anesthesia at all on me. So I was there sitting in the chair and the dentist just poked, drilled and use whatever necessary (so I'd guess that giving me anesthesia is not necessary) means to get the job done. Several occassions I did a loud yelp. A normal method to let the dentist know that they've drilled deep enough. A painful process no doubt but my tooth (and myself) survived the ordeal. I now got to swallow four anti-biotic pills a day to curb any infection that may infect my tooth and gum.

One thing that I've learnt from this ordeal, take care of your teeth. Sigh.