I have a toothache. A rarity for me. When I was in high school, I had some cavity problems. After all that, I decided then to be tooth obsessive ... always brushing, flossing, getting cleanings. The whole bit. Have ony had one cavity filled since. And some teeth fixed after a brawl. That was back when I was much younger and a tougher guy than I am now.
After many years of good reports, I quit going to the dentist. Haven't been in four or five years.
Got in to a dentist Tuesday morning thinking that it was an old filling needing to be replaced. I did munch quite a bit on peanut brittle given to me while I was in Oklahoma recently. As a matter of fact, ate most of it while on the five-hour ride home. It can be dangerous on teeth.
The doc tells me I need a root canal.
A root canal?1? How can someone with good teeth need a root canal? Surely that is wrong.
I thought of getting a second opinion. I did call my long-time 4-H friend and college chum who is now an endodontist in Oklahoma. I haven't talked to her in 10 or so years, but we annually exchange birthday cards. She asked questions and I gave her all my symptoms. Her conclusion ... I'm likely a root canal candidate.
Makes me sad. It's always something. Darnit. I go in Friday morning.
You better believe that label when it says Hydrocodene might cause drowsiness. Wow. At work, at home, everywhere ... I can barely keep my eyes open.