I'm having a root canal tomorrow morning. Wish it wasn't so. I went to a dentist many moons ago who wasn't so great at what he did. I am slowly correcting those mistakes. He put a crown on my back molar instead of on my head where it truly belongs. He treated that crown like it was a dental time capsule. He put every type of dental filling, super-glue, cement and amalgam possible in one little tooth and then covered it in gold. I call it my pirate tooth. Fortunately it can't be seen by the common house fly or man.
Yesterday my dentist removed the crown and lo and behold found another mystery to be solved by Geraldo Rivera, or not. He was so fascinated by what he saw he called in his assistants and people off the street to look in my mouth. I had no say in the matter. My mouth was numb and my jaw was locked. I couldn't close it if I wanted to. I have a miracle molar that has survived all these years with some Silly Putty and Doublemint gum holding it together and now I am honoring its survival skills with a root canal. I hope it's happy about that. I also hope it appreciates the arm and leg it will cost to fix it. I will miss them.