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I tried going to work, but the pain from my jaw was so bad I called my dentist and begged for an appointment about half an hour after I got in. My boss took one look at me holding an ice pack to my jaw and basically *ordered* me to go, so I did.
My regular dentist saw me on an emergency basis, took one look at the x-ray (the area underneath the (cracked) filling was black), and sent me straight to an endodontist in Wilbraham to have the root canal done. Evidently I just missed out on having the tooth go necrotic, which is just as horrible as it sounds, and after an hour in the chair and more money than I care to think about, they sent me home with a prescription for penicillin and an admonishment to call my regular dentist to get set up for the post and crown, which I will do when they're open tomorrow.
I am therefore officially poor. I am, however, pain-free. Thank *God*
My regular dentist saw me on an emergency basis, took one look at the x-ray (the area underneath the (cracked) filling was black), and sent me straight to an endodontist in Wilbraham to have the root canal done. Evidently I just missed out on having the tooth go necrotic, which is just as horrible as it sounds, and after an hour in the chair and more money than I care to think about, they sent me home with a prescription for penicillin and an admonishment to call my regular dentist to get set up for the post and crown, which I will do when they're open tomorrow.
I am therefore officially poor. I am, however, pain-free. Thank *God*
