"You need a root canal, hon," the pretty endodontist announced as she studied the cat scan image of my head.
"Okay. Let's do it. I don't want to think, worry, or fret about it. Let's get it done." I replied, anticipating an end to the pain in the swollen gland under my jaw.
Two days later, I showed up, with the benefit of a Halcion pill I ingested an hour earlier.
I have never had a root canal, but I knew the horror stories of agony and pain.
Everyone in the endodontist office was a "Person of Color". Interesting. The new America. I adjusted my ear buds to listen to the deep calm meditation audio files and prepared to endure whatever might happen in the next hour.
What a surprise!
The pretty endodontist and the dental technician smoothly executed the procedure -- as if they had done it so many times before, they could do it blindfolded. I felt reassured.
Then the banter started. Fascinating banter that caused me to turn off the iPhone meditation tracks and listen to them.
They discussed the Russian pop music scene, the Cuban music scene, the Afro-Cuban music scene, and the best living in South America. Apparently, the country of Columbia offers the best work/life balance. I had a lot of questions, but with a mouth crammed with dental apparatus, impossible to ask anything.
The electric motors from the dental equipment reverberated in my ears. Normally I hate that and tense up and feel miserable. Thanks to Halcion, I did not care. The building could start on fire and I would not care.
Then it was over.
I took over the counter anti-inflammatories and pain killers for two days. Then the pain was over.
My tooth is saved. I have new musical interests to explore. I want to travel to Columbia. I feel enlightened.
Thank you Dr. Niyati Patel.