• The dentist with her wonderful skill and bedside manner especially since I have enough canals in the infected molar to rival those of Venice. Kindly note that each canal had at least "a few" infected nerves which needing dealing with.


• The dental assistant who held my hand and shoulder down when I started shaking involuntarily from the pain. That simple act of kindness was very reassuring. Or maybe she wanted to keep things steady for the dentist.


• The six jabs given to numb the pain. The dosage was enough to stun an elephant but was completely useless on me. I felt everything. As with the previous root canal treatments.


• We have dental coverage. This adventure is costing the insurance company €480. Well, better them than us.


• My ipod nano. After checking with the dentist, I plugged them on and listened to the entire soundtrack of "Hairspray" twice to ease the tension. It worked so well I still have John Travolta singing in drag ringing in my head as we speak.
  


• Sonny-boy for keeping out of my way and the Hubby for taking care of the wounded, doped out puppy I was when he got home from work. All day and into the night I was three steps slower than normal and so out of it. Sonny-boy may have punched the air in glee when I told him I wouldn't be talking for the rest of the day but sobered up real quick when I added I could still punish if need be.


• Last but not least, Fenbid. These ibuprofen packed time-release capsules are wonderful! Except for some soreness, it doesn't hurt at all.

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