groggyNow an Endodontist is not a dinosaur, or even someone who studies the insides of dinosaur teeth. (Although, come to think of it, it would be an interesting specialty.) He is the brand of dentist who does the "root canal" of song and misery. Fortunately this guy was not a model rocketeer because he was highly skilled and would have been brutal to compete against in a model rocket contest. He had a bunch of keen miniature tools and knew how to use them. Within an hour my tooth had been augured out, reamed out, wired and packed. I left with Vicodin, penicillin, a numb mouth, and a smoking credit card. As I write this, the numbness has left and the Vicodin is kicking in. I am supposed to start noticing the effects of the penicillin tomorrow.
Dentists, you can't live with them, you can't live without them.
