At the end of the canal..

There he was... His face close to mine... His eyes intense. This was it, I thought and shut my eyes. Sigh....

DRILL!! And thus began my root canal treatment...

A week earlier I sat at the waiting room, as I sat helping detective Sam and Dudley find all the eight toothbrushes in a picture of a house which looked suspiciously like No.4, pivot drive (streetlight... mirror.. door handle.. they were all shaped like toothbrushes!) , I was led into the dentist’s desk. One look at my tooth was that was required for him to announce ROOT CANAL! He went ahead cheerfully explaining the nuances of the treatment. He obviously believed that RC was the best thing that happened to mankind... after the discovery of fire of course.
I fretted and worried... i brush twice a day... Then why... My sisters chorused “all roads go the dentists’ way”... After much deliberation and procrastination... My friends will vouch for the fact that I am the undisputed queen of procrastination... I finally found myself at his desk waiting for the treatment to begin.
Lotsa shots (ouch!!), drilling (ouch ouch!!), strong saline solutions (yes... I can still taste them sometimes) and lotta searching for my root canals (my friend is still sure he was searching for his very slim and probably limited edition of omega or tag heuer which fell off his wrist into my mouth). With decipherability that would put a rather skilled worksman to shame he told me about cementing and measurements.
I am finally fit enough to eat ice cream without flinching and chew on both sides. And oh did I tell you... I am going to be “crowned” next week!:)