Megan and Murray McMillan

I have a bad toothache. For those who don’t know my history with teeth, let it suffice to say that I’ve had quite a bit of trouble over the years, largely stemming from compounded problems from two separate sports accidents in my teens.

My present toothache is coming from a tooth that’s already got quite a history. In hysterics yesterday, I called my childhood dentist, a family friend, who is very familiar with my tooth troubles. I was terrified that if I admitted how much my tooth was hurting, I’d be signing myself up for a long, painful, and expensive solution to the problem. The good news is that he thinks it’ll be a relatively simple procedure. He told me to go to my regular dentist on Monday morning, where I’ll probably just have a root canal. He also called in a prescription for an antibiotic and painkiller.

A simple root canal, I can handle. Thanks, Ed.

[Update: the tooth thing may not be such an easy fix. I went in last Monday, expecting a root canal, only to find that I’ve already had one in that tooth, which means I might have to have another root-canal-through-the-gum thing. I’ve got an appointment with an endodontist on Monday, so we’ll see.]