Yesterday, I woke up to a seriously swollen face – the top left hand of my cheek makes me look like a lopsided chipmunk.
I had thought that I’d just need antibiotics and that I’d had an ulcer that had got infected. Unfortunately, the dentist had a look, took another X-ray (I’d had one at my check up last week but then, of course, I felt absolutely fine) and did this horrid thing where he made all my teeth cold to check that they still have feeling. The X-ray didn’t reveal anything very interesting but the overall result is that I need a … root canal <“shudders”>.
I have been prescribed some antibiotics for my swollen face so that should clear up soon.
I don’t much like going to the dentist. It makes me feel sweaty and anxious even thinking about it. Even though I KNOW that this bunch know what they are doing.
I have an appointment with the root canal specialist a week on Friday. It is an hour and a half long, which terrifies me. I know that there are people who are far worse off than I am. I mean, there are people in war zones. People who couldn’t afford the cost of the root canal (I have insurance, thank goodness).
I still feel rather sorry for myself.