If You Have Your Health – Part Deux

Nine days ago I had my second root canal of the last four weeks, and commented that, “I would have liked another photo with my mouth full of clamps and tubes and tools and drills and hoses and all of that nonsense, but they were busy.”

Today I had my third (and please, dear, sweet, Baby Jeezus, let it be the last) root canal of the last four weeks, and some odd stuff happened.

I not-so-miraculously hit every single traffic light as red for miles and miles (all the way from Fallbrook to Winnetka eastbound on Victory for those who know) on what is supposed to be a route with the lights synched. I saw another butt-ugly Cybertruck. (Is there any other kind?) I wound up following a huge pickup truck flying a huge flag for a certain Presidential candidate, making we pray for a can of lighter fluid or a flamethrower. (Why does the orange-colored dude have blue flags? Doesn’t that clash?)

The first two root canals took 40-45 minute and were more annoying and uncomfortable (once we got past the initial “numbing procedure” involving all of those nasty needles in places I don’t want needles) than anything else. Today’s dental session was just under two hours and there were some nightmare moments as the endodontist hit a live nerve several times, causing me to levitate out of the chair sort of like Sigourney Weaver in “Ghostbusters.” Actually, more like Linda Blair in “The Exorcist,” I’ll never be as stunningly gorgeous as Sigourney.

However, before that part of the experience, something came up and the endodontist had to step out for about ten minutes for some sort of emergency with a patient in a different office. When this happened, his assistant stayed with me to make sure that I was taken care of, but then she left as well.

Leaving me unsupervised. A tactical error on their part.

To answer the age old question, “YES! While 99.99% blind, in considerable discomfort, and with a fair amount of equipment and tubes and this thing in my mouth, I CAN figure out how to get my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, open the phone app, turn the camera around, and start taking selfies!” And no, it wasn’t until just this second that I considered what I would have done if I had dropped the phone when I couldn’t get up to retrieve it, thanks!

And for the record, the top edge of that blue plastic sheet that’s right under my nose? It spent most of the two hours TICKLING my nose and making me want to sneeze and cough and choke and convulse.

Do I know how to have a good time on a Thursday afternoon or what? (Still more fun than watching ANY of the RNC.)