Just before leaving for the USA, discovered I had an infection in a previous root canal. Dosed up on antibiotics during the trip, and determined to have it taken care of on my return.
Arrived back in Tokyo Monday, made an appointment for today (Friday).
The dentist thought they could just put new meds in my root canal and then re-fill it, but when they popped my crown, the tooth was cracked and unsalvageable.
I spent an hour having my first tooth extraction in four decades.
It was every bit as traumatizing as I remembered, having that bone-on-bone grating noise resonating through my skull while they pulled.
Also had to have 6 shots of anæsthesia before the pain stopped short of my eyeball.
After deciding I should probably go home, I tried to tell my project management partner what he'd need to cover during the afternoon, and I started bleeding out of my mouth. SUPER SEXY if you're a vampire, no so much for a PM.
Now I'm home, and my one roomie suggested whisky, and the other an ice pack. I'm doing better, but I look like a Private Investigator from a noir film who lost a fight.
