I did it! I survived a root canal! After gearing myself up for weeks, it's finally over! For someone who would rather push out a near-nine-pounder than have to smell her own tooth powder wafting through the air after it's drilled into, this is BIG. And no laughing gas, my friends, the dentist talked me out of it. Throughout the procedure I kept reminding myself to breathe and sang songs in my head and prayed for the dentist. Then I came home, took some Tylenol and made Paul hold me. All that positive self talk was exhausting and I was ready to crash. The doorbell rang and I found these offerings from my sympathetic friends. Made me feel so great that they thought of me, that I'm virtually healed! My energy's back and my nose is running from eating those fist-size flamin' hot Cheetos washed down with slush. You made all the difference, gals. (And Leah loves the hat.)
3 comments:
Hahahahaha! Oh this makes my heart happy. :) I love you, Sarah!!! And I love how you've been blogging all kinds now! I'll have to do better at keeping up! Yaaaay!
I love you too! So glad that everything turned out OK! I can't believe you didn't take the laughing gas! How on earth did the dentist talk you out of that one?! What flavor would you like next Monday?? ;)
I'm glad everything turned out okay! I have had about four of those, and I've decided they really aren't as bad as everyone thinks (and I have a fear of dentists). The last couple I had done by an endodontist. That was great, because that is all they do. So they are good and fast. He also persuaded me not to use the laughing gas. He said if you don't drink at all, you probably won't like the sensation.
I'm glad you survived! And yeah for good friends!
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