Oh … yes, let’s talk root canals, shall we?
I’m now on my second round of antibiotics (third, if you count the almost-fatal encounter with penicillin) for two teeth needing the RC. They had to drill into my jaw – twice – because the dentist found himself completely unable to numb the area. Great. They carve up my mouth, and send me home.
Several days later, I’m having trouble breathing and swallowing and my face is still swollen. I go into the dentist, who looks at it and tells me to go home – MISSING everything that sent me to the doctor the next morning.
So there I am at the doctor’s office being told I should have gone to the ER the day before. Apparently the carving into my face released all that fun infection into my system … infecting the bone in my jaw, causing a massive abcess in my throat, and my throat was so swollen that the doctor was half-afraid I’d stop breathing. His opinion is that all this was directly related to the dental work.
It’s been two weeks since the proceedure. I still can’t bite down on that side, my face is still puffy, I’m still on antibiotics, and my throat still aches if I miss a dose.
The dentist, who now thinks I’m a pain in the ass, refuses to deal with me anymore and has referred me to a “specialist” because he screwed up the root canals and couldn’t fix it – while keeping the thousand dollars already paid for the crowns I’m not going to get. I’m sending the husband who is infinitely scarier and meaner than I am in to deal with them tomorrow – with my lawyer’s phone number programmed into his cellphone.
I’m VERY rapidly losing faith in the “saving grace” of a root canal.