File this post under the category TMI.
About fifteen years ago, I had my first root canal. Back in the day, root canals were these horrific events. When I finally had one done, it wasn’t a big deal at all, no more than a usual filling. Technology, techniques and materials had advanced so much that it had become a fairly routine procedure. I’ve had two of them now, and the second was even easier than the first.
Along the way, I also learned how to avoid root canals. Various dental professionals coached me to take lots of anti-inflammatories just after a jolt to the face, or if that familiar first wave of jaw pain began. This, they say, is to protect the nerves in the root from the swelling and eventual death and decay (and the second, much more painful and irreversible wave of pain days or weeks later), necessitating the root canal procedure. Works for me, and that second root canal was the result of my ignoring that advice. I’ve had much more severe facial trauma than that one, before and since.
Scroll forward to this past week. After having hit the big 5-0, it was time for the screening colonoscopy. As with the root canal, the hype was much more overblown than the modern procedure. The prep, as it is called, which cleans the colon so that the doc can do his job, was said to be a deathmarch of drinking a gallon or more of a noxious fluid, with explosively formed penetrators the unenviable result.
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