I had the dubious pleasure of a return visit to the dentist yesterday: a new filling fell out earlier this week, and I had to have it replaced. It was going well — just a little bit of drilling, the dentist said, and then I heard something you never want to hear your dentist say. “Oh, dear.”
Opening up the original filling site to make a better surface for the new revealed a second cavity — one that wasn’t visible before. She started to clean that up, but discovered that it went a lot deeper than anticipated. I’d been going without freezing (I am not really that brave — it was supposed to just be a little bit of drilling) but we had to stop and numb it all up. Ouch!
So now I have a rockstar filling: the white kind, quite a bit bigger than the original, but the tooth is all fixed. Ironically, losing the filling may have saved me from a root canal later on.
Such was my Friday. I bought a lottery ticket, just in case. I mean, it’s not every day you discover that you narrowly escaped the horror of a root canal, right?