Yesterday might not have been the best day I’ve had since I moved back to Raleigh, but it was one of them. The day started with the news that both of my regular pools were reopening. After a month of driving over an hour a day in morning traffic to downtown, I was able to hop into my car for a 15 minute suburban drive to swim – and the water was nice and warm.
Then in the afternoon, I had an appointment with my endodontist to have my molar evaluated for a 2nd root canal. After a series of X-rays, a detailed discussion and various tests, the endodontist thinks my tooth might not be cracked after all! He thinks my crown has been too high for the past 3 years. He suspects that I injured my gum or root and keep reaggravating it because of the crown. He ground the crown down a bit and my pain immediately went away.
It’s unbelievable.
I was fully prepared for the worst news. I expected I would need a second root canal at best or an extraction and implant in the worst case scenario.
(Note – I still might. But given my symptoms and not displaying any sings of infection, the endodontist recommended this conservative approach first.)
Sometimes, even though I’m fully prepared for The Universal F***ing , thing falls my way instead. When they do, I’ll celebrate the moment and enjoy it.