The Good News is I Didn’t Need a Root Canal
I’m back from my trip to the endodontist. (I’ve decided part of getting older is discovering the need to go to doctors with new names, some of which show up as typos on spell check.) Since I live just south of the middle of nowhere, it took an hour to get there. An hour of driving alone in the car, anticipating a fun root canal. Not exactly my idea of a good time. When I got there and was finally being seen, the endodontist went through a few tests. She took new x-rays. She mulled them over. She poked around […]
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