The first real appointment (the second after the first late afternoon "emergency" work-in) resulted in a snow day cancelelation and subsequent reschedule. Given the option of one week out, or two, I went with two since #29 had lost its voice, and, silly me, in the middle of a pandemic, I actually entertained thoughts of a holiday roadtrip during the first week.
Number 29, a party-pooping homebody, vetoed that idea.
The hoped for road trip did not materialize as 29 refound and raised its voice to a crescendo that rivaled the roar of the loudest aircraft ever built: the XF-84H. It was so loud it could be heard 25 miles away, and it's endearing nicknames included "Thunderscreech" and "Mighty Ear Banger"--the turbo jet, not Number 29
Until Number 29 became its twin.
And we were once again worked-in emergently at the end of the day, too late to do much of anything except reschedual, and introduce drugs to appease Number 29.
The drugs were effective. Mostly.
At the rescheduled appointed time Number 29 revealed an over abundance of virulent fluid. After six failed dry-off attempts, and failure of the root-tip to be vizualized on multiple photo shoots (my roots run deep--and apparently curl better than my hair), we decided on an additional reschedule.
We were hopeful that this re-reschedule, the fifth appointment, would put an end to the seeminly never ending pedicure, and we could get on with the tiara.
I went home to complete the drugs.
Today was in fact the fifth appiontment, counting the two emergency work-ins, but I'm counting it as the "charming" third actual visit.
Although it's now filed under the Win column, it was not an easy victory.
I correctly predicted it would take 3 packs to staunch the flow today (we stopped last visit after six packs and no signs of letting up). And I lost count after ten unsuccessfully attempted x-rays aimed at capturing the entire root on one film, to ensure insurance understands the problems encountered. In addition to being exceedingly long and curling, my roots are apparently quite camera shy.
The drugs were effective. Mostly.
At the rescheduled appointed time Number 29 revealed an over abundance of virulent fluid. After six failed dry-off attempts, and failure of the root-tip to be vizualized on multiple photo shoots (my roots run deep--and apparently curl better than my hair), we decided on an additional reschedule.
We were hopeful that this re-reschedule, the fifth appointment, would put an end to the seeminly never ending pedicure, and we could get on with the tiara.
I went home to complete the drugs.
Today was in fact the fifth appiontment, counting the two emergency work-ins, but I'm counting it as the "charming" third actual visit.
Although it's now filed under the Win column, it was not an easy victory.
I correctly predicted it would take 3 packs to staunch the flow today (we stopped last visit after six packs and no signs of letting up). And I lost count after ten unsuccessfully attempted x-rays aimed at capturing the entire root on one film, to ensure insurance understands the problems encountered. In addition to being exceedingly long and curling, my roots are apparently quite camera shy.
We finally succeeded.
This time I had to resort to the bite block and multiple applications of the anesthetic--but the root canal (pedicure) is completed. Finally. The smaller abscess in a side pocket where I previously lost a chip of tooth near the gumline, and the gyser inside the root canal are both drained and dry. The temporary crown (tiara) is in place. The permanent crown impression has been sent off and its coronation will occur in a couple weeks. I'd send you a formal invite, but the coronation room is a little too small due to current pandemic physical distancing limitations.
Sadly, the anesthetics wore off--a little too quickly since I was out of pain relievers at home. The dentist offered me a prescription for pain meds, but it wasn't painful enough to take him up on the offer.
However, after the procedure, I did go straight way to Walgreens to replenish my motrin stash. Just in case...
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