Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Blind pain!!!!!
Assisted with an initial stage root canal today. Intriguing. Have seen lots of weird little instruments and devices…
Joy, in her usual no nonsense manner, was showing me what equipment to get out before the procedure, explaining what each was needed for…my mind began to wander…Next thing I know OMG my whole mouth is on fire, what the hell??!! I ran over to the sink to spit out the contents of my mouth. Only then did I realise what I had done. Lesson learnt for the day: do not go swigging a drink of water from a plastic cup from the water cooler, go into a day dream, then reach out and take a big ol’ gulp from a cup containing Sodium Hypochlorite. I mean come on Joy, common sense would say do not put the Milton’s in the type of cup someone is likely to bloody drink out of - stupid woman.
I had to trapse upstairs to record the whole sorry affair in the accident book “Name of casualty” Hmmm, what should I call it? ‘The Milton’s Incident‘? Yeah why not. “Umm, your supposed to write your name in that bit” said Valerie, Practice Manager, giving me a weird, albeit slightly concerned look. How was I supposed to know what it meant? How embarrassing. Probably not quite as cringe worthy as when Valerie first introduced herself and I decided to break out into a bit of Amy Winehouse…
Anyway, trotted back downstairs to continue with RCT only to find Rodger sniffing a K-file. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. I nudged Joy and pulled a face, which she ignored. The rest of the treatment went smoothly enough. I measured and passed some files, developed a radiograph, prepared the Apex Locator…I was getting quite into it…provided aspiration whilst Rodger was irrigating the canals. The smell of Milton’s made me shudder and I took extra care to make sure none went into the patient’s mouth.
All was going well until, in my over enthusiasm whilst rummaging in the endo drawer for some Cresophene, I managed to tip a massive packet of Gutta Percha points all over the floor. Urgh. Felt a bit wasteful and Joy wasn’t happy; “You have to be more careful, materials don’t grow on trees you know.” “Well actually Gutta Percha…” I began to retort but thought better of it.
Mishaps aside it wasn’t a bad day. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to refrain from causing myself GBH…