Today I get to do something new and probably not very exciting. Today I’m off to the endodontist. Not to be confused with a dentist or an orthodontist, because I’m pretty sure this guy will be much less fun than those two combined, the endodontist is the guy who tells me whether or not I need a root canal.
Late last week my tooth started to feel really sensitive to cold and it hurt when I chewed on the left side of my mouth. I called and scheduled a dentist appointment for Monday. Of course, by Saturday night, the pain had gone from minor annoyance to the worst pain my mouth had ever felt…no joke.
I went to the dentist Monday afternoon, and in true Stina fashion, my symptoms were bass-ackward and indicative of absolutely nothing. She took x-rays, removed an old filling, and then referred me to an endodontist. She seemed pretty sure I was going to need a root canal.
The upside of my current dental disaster, it makes biting my nails extremely painful so they’re growing quite nicely.