The Dentist. Those two little words strike fear in me like no other, well except maybe every scary movie preview, I am not a fan of the dentist which is ironic because Opa, my wonderful father in law is one.
Saturday night I woke up to a horrible, throbbing, excruciating pain in my back molar....the one with the blinged out gold crown, (I used to be a hood rat...ha ha, just kidding!). I inhaled about 20 Tylenol, (ha ha, again just kidding) and tried to get myself back to sleep. Sunday it's wasn't so bad but I did call a few dentists in our area trying to get in asap to have someone look at it.....Monday one of the offices called me at 9:30 am and said we have a 12 pm slot open...
Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I have an 8 month old at home who my world revolves around so that won't work. I get the next best one, Tuesday at 11 am. I make the appt., call one of my life lines, a.k.a Mom-Mom and see if she can come down. She says yes and I immediately start to sweat. By her saying yes this means that I actually have to go TO the dentist, I can't just say I SHOULD go to the dentist. Tuesday rolls around and I have bile just swimming through my stomach...Mom-Mom gets to the house and I can just feel myself wanting to procrastinate somehow and not go, but I know that is not an option.
I get to the dentist, they get me right in the "chair of pain & misery" and to make a long story short tell me that I have an abscess tooth and I have two options. One; they can yank it out and I can live with one less molar, or two; they can send me to someone to have a root canal. AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH...neither of those sound good to me. I decide to call my trusty Father in Law and we chat for a few minutes, I tell him the scoop and the next thing I know I have an appt at his office with one of his co-villain's, oops I mean co-workers! HE HE HE!
At 4:30 am this morning I hop in the reliable mini-van and zoom up to New York. I forgot to mention the other thing I am deathly afraid of is driving to New York.....this morning I had to do it for the first time AND by myself. Let me tell you I had quite the work out because I almost couldn't walk when I got there because my body was so tense, and let's not even talk about how tense I was when they started working on me....
When it was all said and done....it' wasn't that bad. All that worrying for nothing. The kicker is that I have to go back in 2 weeks so they can finish it....OMG. I have to go back to the dentist! AAAAUUUGGGGHHHHH