Root canals and extractions and spacers, oh my!

Em had a root canal done for an infection in her gum that shows up like a little pimple. Fun, wow. She had mentioned her back tooth hurt, but I assumed it had been because she was cutting her last six-year molar. (Yes, she's 6 1/2. Late bloomer I guess.)

Today was supposed to be the day they put the cap on it, after having it packed with medicine and being on antibiotics for two weeks straight.

Key words: supposed to be

Try as we might to get rid of that infection, it was actually three times as bad after all that medicine. There was no other choice but to extract. He allowed her to ask her two questions beforehand. (It's a joke between them. Em is the Queen of Questions and one would think that in a dentist's chair you wouldn't be able to talk much. WRONG. They had no idea who they were dealing with.)

Tonight she looks like she's got some sort of palsy and starts giggling when she sees herself in the mirror (lopsided grin due to Novocaine). I catch her poking at her cheek every few minutes. What a nutball.

So in two weeks so returns to the dentist for an impression of her mouth. (And is entitled to two more questions. *giggle*) And in another week or two after that she'll return again to get a spacer put in. (It's a molar, which she typically wouldn't lose until she was about 12 years old. Something needs to hold that space for the permanent tooth!)

Nothing too spicy, too hot, or too cold for her for a few days. I guess our movie date is out of the question. (Don't you know it's a LAW that you HAVE to have popcorn at a movie?!) It's on hold until we can do a Girls Day Out. Perhaps tomorrow we can shoot for a PB&J sandwich.

Who wants to bet I catch her in the kitchen in the middle of the night with the Doritos?