Man I woke up feeling like total shit this morning. Well, I guess it wasn’t that bad but I had some crazy dreams the night before…
…..Dream……
I was in this room and this little dog was running around it looked just like my childhood dog toi. At first he was all friendly and then he started trying to hump my arm and then when I laughed and tried to pull him off he freaked out and locked onto my arm. I got pissed and started belting him in the head, but it didn’t do anything.
At another point I was walking around and there was this snake following me. I figured I would climb up a pole to get away from the snake but it just followed me up the pole and then I jumped off the pole and continued to float. There I was face to face with the snake, but it did nothing.
…..Dream……
So I got up and felt groggy until I finally ate something around 8:30. Outside of that the day was pretty good. I was building up to my big procedure later in the day-root canal. My tooth was feeling better (of course), but I knew that I needed to go through with it anyway.
The victim was the left side big tooth. The procedure was fairly painless as my dentist likes to make sure I can’t feel my toes while he is working on my teeth :>. One interesting thing that came up is the fact that novocaine isn’t just novocaine. In fact novocaine is often mixed with epinephrine to ensure its delivery and lifetime. According to my dentist if it wasn’t mixed he would have to keep administering the novocaine.
Why is this important you ask?
I went for a filling a few weeks ago and as I was leaving I noticed I felt weird. I thought it was odd that I felt such a reaction from novocaine, but I just brushed it off thinking I have a real sensitivity to ANY drugs. It makes me feel good to know that my sensitivity was to the speed that was shot in my mouth.
It wasn’t nearly as crappy this time around. The procedure took about 1.5 hours and went without a hitch. The novocaine has worn off and I took a couple ibuprofen and feel pretty good.
Now I got a piece of bone hanging with a plugged up root. I got no feeling and I’m not trying to bring back to life yet another piece of me that has died. Gone for good and its not coming back…