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I'm in to Carleton!!! Jennifer showed up at the door with roses and a big envelope. Roses for my tooth, and an envelope for college! I don't know if I want to go there--I could certainly be happy there, but I don't know if I want to go there. I'm so happy right now, though, that I could just say "yes" right now. It's so nice to have someone tell you yes that isn't UC Davis. The bad news--even with financial aid, which I did qualify for by some miracle, it's still $21000 a year. And that's with loans and work-study. But I'm still happy...
The icky news for today. I had a root canal. My tooth had hurt since Saturday, I mean really hurt. Hurt like a normal bite by me brought incredibly pained expressions to Mom and Ray's faces, which I'm sure were only pale reflections of mine. Hurt like it woke me up at 5:00 this morning and sent me dreams of elves and caves and something in the ocean and having to wear a dress or a skirt with really hairy legs (it looked like I hadn't shaved in a month or more, and I remember being surprised because I knew that thay weren't really that bad). It was really weird. And none of them were hot. What's the point of dreaming about elves if they don't have noticeably pointy ears and you can't remember their faces?
So it HURT. I must have looked really pathetic, since Jamie was being really sweet. (Not to imply that she's not... anyway...) But I felt awful, my tooth was throbbing, and I was feeling guilty about not going to journalism. And then I went to Dr. Dispenziere's, and he said I needed a root canal, and Dad wanted me to go to the doctor who did his, so we went on over there. Dr. Endo was really, really nice, which was good because I was on the verge of tears. It was just hurting so bad, and I had thins root canal thingy to worry about, and I was so tired, because of pained doze-dreams with hairy legs.
The root canal was not fun. It's one of the most painful things I've experienced in my life, even doped up on Novocaine, which takes a lot of and a lot of time to have the full effect on me. And my root and the surrounding area were so inflamed that even a lot of anesthetic didn't kill all the pain. And a root canal consists of drilling through the tooth, extracting the infected root, and filling it with something and closing to hole. Fortunately I could keep my tooth, and not have a crown. But it hurt. A lot. The drilling, and stabbing something in to get all the root out (hurt, since it wasn't all deadened). And I really had to go pee. And ouch again. And then he put bleach in (I assume to completely get rid of any organic matter left in there) (I'd said I liked chem, so he told me it sas NaOCl). And left for a while, and I got to go pee. And then it was time to fill it. And he stabbed something in there, I think to measure how much space, and it stabbed the tissue at the top of the canal (which hurt). And then he filled it (it hurt, but the end was in sight, so it was psychologically not so bad), and then put in the composite to patch the back of the tooth (positively pleasant after the rest, since it didn't actively hurt). And it was over. And he warned to be careful about putting pressure on it, since it'll be tender, but the novocaine has worn off and it hurts so much less than the infected tooth.
Apparently the root just decided to die. Almost a year ago, there was a filling really close to the root, and it just started dying. Everyone said it was really good that I came today, since there was necrotic (i.e. decaying, infected) tissue at the tip of the root. No wonder it hurt so much. And I'm so happy right now--it's just hurting sort of like a tension headache versus a full-on migraine (which I hope to never have). The throbbing, constant, spreading pain is gone--there's just a much milder ache in the tooth. I feel so sorry for those who have to live with chronic pain. It's so hard to be normal with it. And I had a milkshake, and the cold didn't bother it for the first time in maybe nine months. I'm so happy. So, so happy. Even if I'll have to copy someone's chem notes.
The icky news for today. I had a root canal. My tooth had hurt since Saturday, I mean really hurt. Hurt like a normal bite by me brought incredibly pained expressions to Mom and Ray's faces, which I'm sure were only pale reflections of mine. Hurt like it woke me up at 5:00 this morning and sent me dreams of elves and caves and something in the ocean and having to wear a dress or a skirt with really hairy legs (it looked like I hadn't shaved in a month or more, and I remember being surprised because I knew that thay weren't really that bad). It was really weird. And none of them were hot. What's the point of dreaming about elves if they don't have noticeably pointy ears and you can't remember their faces?
So it HURT. I must have looked really pathetic, since Jamie was being really sweet. (Not to imply that she's not... anyway...) But I felt awful, my tooth was throbbing, and I was feeling guilty about not going to journalism. And then I went to Dr. Dispenziere's, and he said I needed a root canal, and Dad wanted me to go to the doctor who did his, so we went on over there. Dr. Endo was really, really nice, which was good because I was on the verge of tears. It was just hurting so bad, and I had thins root canal thingy to worry about, and I was so tired, because of pained doze-dreams with hairy legs.
The root canal was not fun. It's one of the most painful things I've experienced in my life, even doped up on Novocaine, which takes a lot of and a lot of time to have the full effect on me. And my root and the surrounding area were so inflamed that even a lot of anesthetic didn't kill all the pain. And a root canal consists of drilling through the tooth, extracting the infected root, and filling it with something and closing to hole. Fortunately I could keep my tooth, and not have a crown. But it hurt. A lot. The drilling, and stabbing something in to get all the root out (hurt, since it wasn't all deadened). And I really had to go pee. And ouch again. And then he put bleach in (I assume to completely get rid of any organic matter left in there) (I'd said I liked chem, so he told me it sas NaOCl). And left for a while, and I got to go pee. And then it was time to fill it. And he stabbed something in there, I think to measure how much space, and it stabbed the tissue at the top of the canal (which hurt). And then he filled it (it hurt, but the end was in sight, so it was psychologically not so bad), and then put in the composite to patch the back of the tooth (positively pleasant after the rest, since it didn't actively hurt). And it was over. And he warned to be careful about putting pressure on it, since it'll be tender, but the novocaine has worn off and it hurts so much less than the infected tooth.
Apparently the root just decided to die. Almost a year ago, there was a filling really close to the root, and it just started dying. Everyone said it was really good that I came today, since there was necrotic (i.e. decaying, infected) tissue at the tip of the root. No wonder it hurt so much. And I'm so happy right now--it's just hurting sort of like a tension headache versus a full-on migraine (which I hope to never have). The throbbing, constant, spreading pain is gone--there's just a much milder ache in the tooth. I feel so sorry for those who have to live with chronic pain. It's so hard to be normal with it. And I had a milkshake, and the cold didn't bother it for the first time in maybe nine months. I'm so happy. So, so happy. Even if I'll have to copy someone's chem notes.
