Tuesday

The saga continues. I was scheduled to visit the dentist today, to begin the work on finishing my root canal. I need the build-up and crown done. Because if the medication that I've been on since Friday, I called the dentist's office this morning, explained my problem, and asked that the let me know if the dentist thought it was a good idea to come in today. The receptionist called me back to clarify how much of the drug I was on, etc. I gave her the information. When she didn't call me back, I called her, and she said "come on down." When I got there, they proceeded to set me up, and prepared to numb me up. While she was talking to me, I mentioned how I was bothered by the swelling in my arm, and would be glad when the port and clots were gone. CLOTS? I don't think anyone was paying attention to what I was saying this morning, and now that I'm in the chair, she decides to call my Dr and ask. Low and behold, it isn't a good idea for me to be getting dental treatment at this time. Why didn't they figure that out before I drove there? I called because I had my doubts, and expected them to check. Oh well!