Today I am getting a root canal. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Since I was a little whippersnapper my father pushed and pushed and pushed good hygiene. He brushes like three times a day. THREE TIMES A DAY! I meet the twice a day quota about 360 times a year. When I do miss a brushing, it’s usually because of some partying I had been doing. There is always a deep sense of guilt when I miss a brushing. My favorite toy is not my guitar or my ipod or my Kermit the Frog doll. It’s my SoniCare toothbrush. Brushing has never been so fun before. I look forward to it. The current nightmare scenario is not because of negligence.
It was explained to me like this. I’m going to paint the picture. At some point in the past, there was some trauma to my front tooth. I really don’t recall anything happening. I haven’t been in a fight since middle school. It’s been even longer since I’ve been in a bumper car. This trauma caused the nerve in that tooth to explode. The discoloration we’re all seeing is the blood from the nerve, lining the inside of the tooth. Yes teeth are somewhat translucent.
For the past year, I’ve noticed this tooth getting darker and darker. I always kind of attributed it to smoking. Since I don’t do that anymore I wanted to see about getting my teeth whitened. Naturally, I went to the Magic Dentist. (That’s really his schtick. Exotic illuuuusions and medieval torture devices line the walls of his office.) I was overdue for a cleaning anyway. During the visit the dark front tooth came up. He says the tooth is dead and explains the bumper car scenario. A root canal will clean it out and restore that sparkle to my smile. Magic Dentist, you sold me.
I bought one of those Crest Whitestrips kits for further whitening power. I’ll be able to see in the dark.
So that’s where I am now. I’m getting a root canal today. It’s so adult.