The root canal

Woke up this morning knowing I was about to have a root canal.

I hate dentist visits, because I hate everything about the experience. The sounds. The smells. The drill, digging into my teeth. That shot of absolute pain when nerve is touched. God, I loathe all of it.

So walking into a root canal was no joy for me. Truth be told, I was sorta terrified.

Then it began.

Then it ended.

There was no pain. Not much fuss. I sat there, listening to music, squirming under the idea of inevitable pain but ultimately greeted with the happy reality that the numbing agent worked and all was good.

So—go root canal!