My root canal was much more pleasant than being hit by the car that ran the red light, then me flying through the air thinking “This is when I die”, landing on my face, the tooth being knocked loose, going to the emergency room, getting x-rays (no broken bones! I was just VERY bruised and sore and had to wear a splint on my leg for a while—still have a lump on my leg where the car struck me), having the tooth pushed back into place and splinted to the neighboring teeth with a big blob of plastic to see if the tooth would reattach and live, and getting stitches put in my lip. The tooth did eventually reattach to the bone or whatever it does, but they tested it with an electric current and the nerve was dead, so they did a root canal. So, since the nerve was dead, there was no pain with the root canal. The bad part is that they used silver filling material and it shows through, so the tooth looks kind of gray—I’m sure these days they would use tooth-colored material for a front tooth. The good part is that I got to keep the tooth.
Oh yeah, there were some other bad parts—
After I flew through the air and hit the ground, I was lying in the street in traffic, dazed and terrified that I would get run over. Then someone pulled me up. I asked “Who are you?” and he said “I’m the driver—I’m the one that hit you.” Someone from a nearby shop said they had called the police. While we waited for the police, one of the passengers from the car started shoving me and saying “We didn’t hit you! We saw you in the road, and we stopped to help, as concerned citizens! Right? That’s what you’re going to tell the police when they come—right?” while shoving me some more. When the police came, he immediately told them his story, but then I told my side of it. I was pretty dazed, didn’t think I was hurt. The police offered me a ride to the ER and I declined, but they kept saying “If you want to go to the Emergency Room, we can take you there” over and over, until it finally dawned on me that they probably couldn’t force me to go, but that it seemed like they thought I should go, so I did.
Afterward the ER folks told me they had called a cab to take me home. I said that I didn’t have money on me to pay for it, and they said no worry, it was pre-paid from a special fund. But when we got to my house the driver demanded payment. I said I’d been told it was pre-paid; he said no it wasn’t, no such thing. Well, he knew where I lived, it was past midnight, roommate was away for the weekend, so I slowly and painfully hobbled up the stairs to the second floor while the driver waited, got cash from my apartment, slowly hobbled down and gave it to the driver, and slowly hobbled upstairs again.
That night I had nightmares that I was being assaulted.
But the root canal? No problem. Also, the police, the ER staff, and the folks at the dental clinic were all lovely.