The Girl needed a root canal on a lower left molar and so I was voluntold to do it.

I’ve had some previous experience doing dental work in her mouth. We’ve come a long way since those early days.

She still needs nitrous, but is now ok without oral tranquilizers and we don’t yell at each other as much. In fact there were no raised voices yesterday.

The procedure went well. I had to numb the crap out of the tooth because it was undergoing an irreversible pulpitis.

We went out for dinner afterwards to celebrate a job well done.

Because her tongue, cheek, and lip were still numb on the left side, she tried to do all of her chewing on the right so that she wouldn’t accidently chomp down on her tongue or cheek on the left without realizing.

Instead she chomped down on her tongue on the right and definitely realized. That’s a pretty ugly hematoma that has developed.

She’s not in too much discomfort at the moment. Although I do sympathize with her, my happiness at coming through the whole experience unharmed, myself, is something that money can never buy.