My root canal procedure this morning seems to have been more painful than the general run of such things. (Or else I am just a total wuss.) I did go to work for thirty minutes afterward, then gave it up since I was unable to concentrate and came home. (On the way to work, I kept telling myself to suck it up: people have these things all the time without it being the end of the world.) Fortunately, the Tylenol plus codeine the dentist prescribed took the edge off the pain, and left me nicely fuzzy. Jack brought me home ice cream for supper: I figured I might as well get SOME pleasure from not wanting to open my mouth.
This is the first one I have had, and if I ever need one again, I think they are going to have to sedate me.