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Nov. 2nd, 2005 10:06 pmI normally do not like narcotics AT ALL, but I am all happy and fuzzy now because I have taken a Vicodin. I thought I'd give it a shot after the nice endodonist carefully explained how to take the pain pills and such for the next couple of days. And he's right, it works. Go figure.
All in all, a root canal is not entirely pleasant, but there are certainly things I'd hate worse. Like breaking bones. This was definitely better than that.
So now I have extra-huge-strength ibuprofen and generic vicodin to help me through the healing period, then in two weeks I get to go back to my dentist to get the permanent filling and/or crown put on. I wish I could go to this guy. He was seriously the best dentist-type I've ever been to -- very gentle and calming and appropriately explanatory -- and he had all the cool high tech tools. As soon as they took any x-rays (and they took a lot of them) they would pop right up in front of my face on the convenient flat panel monitor mounted on the end of my chair. Cool.
I'm really glad I didn't have the vicodin before the procedure because then I wouldn't have been able to keep from giggling when he held up a dental dam and said, "This is a dental dam -- have you ever seen one before?" I did quite well though (especially given that said dental dam was attached to a weird plastic frame that would be hanging out of my mouth for the next hour or so).
The dental dam was pretty and green. The dental assistant's name was only about two consonents off of "Yakoff Smirnov" and it was pronounced exactly the same way. All of this seemed much less surreal pre-vicodin.
I am happy and fuzzy. I shall now go a-slumbering. Hurrah.
All in all, a root canal is not entirely pleasant, but there are certainly things I'd hate worse. Like breaking bones. This was definitely better than that.
So now I have extra-huge-strength ibuprofen and generic vicodin to help me through the healing period, then in two weeks I get to go back to my dentist to get the permanent filling and/or crown put on. I wish I could go to this guy. He was seriously the best dentist-type I've ever been to -- very gentle and calming and appropriately explanatory -- and he had all the cool high tech tools. As soon as they took any x-rays (and they took a lot of them) they would pop right up in front of my face on the convenient flat panel monitor mounted on the end of my chair. Cool.
I'm really glad I didn't have the vicodin before the procedure because then I wouldn't have been able to keep from giggling when he held up a dental dam and said, "This is a dental dam -- have you ever seen one before?" I did quite well though (especially given that said dental dam was attached to a weird plastic frame that would be hanging out of my mouth for the next hour or so).
The dental dam was pretty and green. The dental assistant's name was only about two consonents off of "Yakoff Smirnov" and it was pronounced exactly the same way. All of this seemed much less surreal pre-vicodin.
I am happy and fuzzy. I shall now go a-slumbering. Hurrah.
