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excerpt I wrote in my blog on tuesday... thought you guys would enjoy it.
I had my first root canal this morning at 8... i'm pretty surprised that I haven't been in any pain at all today, too. I guess it makes sense, with them ripping all the nerves out of my tooth, eh?
Last time I had a dentist appointment (two weeks ago) I was half an hour late. The girl called me up, and by time I got there she had some Kenny Chesney (sp?) playing... to punish me, I'm assuming. I told her that I listened to EDM and that the next time I came in, I'd be early and waiting with a CD of my own. I'm usually a man of my word, so I strolled in to the dentist office today with my CD. When I got back, she lucked out and had one of her counterparts work with me today... I always get one or the other. Regardless, she was hiding from me, and had already spread word around the office that I was bringing the CD in. When I asked her to listen to it, she was fighting about not wanting to listen... then when my dentist (a man in his 70s) found out that I bought her her very own copy of Booka Shade's Movements he insisted we put it in.
A root canal later, I'm smiling because everyone loved the cd, and the Dr Adlard was talking about stealing it from her if she wasn't going to listen to it. Plus, I caught both the assistant and the old dentist bobbing their heads as they worked their magic. There's nothing like watching an old man with a flashlight strapped to his forehead groove to the beat of good music.
I had my first root canal this morning at 8... i'm pretty surprised that I haven't been in any pain at all today, too. I guess it makes sense, with them ripping all the nerves out of my tooth, eh?
Last time I had a dentist appointment (two weeks ago) I was half an hour late. The girl called me up, and by time I got there she had some Kenny Chesney (sp?) playing... to punish me, I'm assuming. I told her that I listened to EDM and that the next time I came in, I'd be early and waiting with a CD of my own. I'm usually a man of my word, so I strolled in to the dentist office today with my CD. When I got back, she lucked out and had one of her counterparts work with me today... I always get one or the other. Regardless, she was hiding from me, and had already spread word around the office that I was bringing the CD in. When I asked her to listen to it, she was fighting about not wanting to listen... then when my dentist (a man in his 70s) found out that I bought her her very own copy of Booka Shade's Movements he insisted we put it in.
A root canal later, I'm smiling because everyone loved the cd, and the Dr Adlard was talking about stealing it from her if she wasn't going to listen to it. Plus, I caught both the assistant and the old dentist bobbing their heads as they worked their magic. There's nothing like watching an old man with a flashlight strapped to his forehead groove to the beat of good music.
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