My appointment with the oral surgeon was this morning at 10 a.m.
The tooth I'd cracked had to be tended to. I knocked the whole top off by eating a cube of ice. (Yes, the word "moron" comes to mind..
We started the root canal procedure and an hour later the tip of the drill broke off waaaay deeeep in the tooth!
Joy.
Finally, with X-rays and consultation we went for extraction instead.
Two and a half hours total in the chair.
But, I had taken a hyrocodone before hand and I was mellow through it all.
Instead of it costing $1900 bucks the total was $85 bucks.
I call that a mixed blessing wouldn't you?
The thing about dental problems is that we don't tend to them until they smack us upside the head.
Why are we so negligent?