“Thank you. I had a wonderful time.”
My sincere and heartfelt expressed sentiments to the endodontist staff as I depart.
It was a wonderful root canal. Really.
As mentioned before, the injections, the procedure, they don’t bother me.
It’s the dental dam (and for which I’d prepared with a sedative).
The key — the happy key! — is that unlike the last black latex damn that was unfurled, stretched across the bottom half of the face and locked behind the ears — dental school, apparently where they’re learned in torture techniques! — today’s was tautly isolated around the tooth with the frame extending across the face only to the nose.
Thus there was room to breathe through the mouth, move the tongue and most importantly swallow. Also, much of the latex extending past the frame was trimmed, resulting in a dam that was neither overly oppressive or suffocating.
Like this but because it’s a posterior molar the frame extended on just beyond the nose:
Kudos and credit to the assistant and her expertise! Root canals is all they do. They’ve got the dam down!
With the worst part over, the doctor proceeded, using for his sighting a magnifying tool mounted on a swivel arm, which I’d never seen before.
Placing his eyes on the padded eye rest — akin to those at optometrist offices — atop a magnifying unit approximately the size of a large football on the swivel arm, he set to work drilling, probing canals, excavating and inserting a bleachy medicine with a syringe.
“There’s a lot of infection,” he said.
“I know,” I mumbled, tongue reaching for the roof of my mouth behind the latex curtain to form the words.
He wasn’t chatty but did answer my occasional questions about how it was looking. I like to be informed; I need direct communication and to be involved.
After the roots were excavated, additional bleachy medicine was poured down to the tip and the canals/tooth filled with a temporary filling rather than the permanent gutta percha. Given the remaining infection, to seal now is inviting disaster.
The medicine is allowed to sit for the purpose of eradicating infection in tissue and bone not accessible via a root canal for 2-4 weeks.
In three weeks, I return for assessment and X-ray. At that time, we’ll know whether the molar can be saved or other more extensive root surgery is required.
A little over an hour, the metal clasp around molar was loosened, the latex curtain raised and I was done! For the time being. Instructions were given, a prescription provided and I was on my way cheerful and uplifted.
A lot of infected gunk found release through opened channels today. I feel lighter. Joyfully relieved that a molar needing care for two years+ has finally received it.
And ready to scream as the Novacaine wears off! Yoooooooowwwwwww!!!!
Lots of water and Ibuprofen in my future diet! This is gonna be a slow long recovery. I can feel it.
A big thank you to Dr. Burquest, assistant Samantha and the staff. It’s through your skills, integrity, competency, techniques and experience that a wonderful root canal was enjoyed. Genuinely!
Now I must take leave of this layover Starbucks and you and simply get not-home and lie down with a heating pad or ice pack to jaw. Yooooooooowza!