I decided that it was a good thing. But it was a little tenuous for a while there. The phone rang at 7:45 this morning (never a good sign) and it was the endodontist office on the line (also seldom a good thing). They had a cancellation this morning and did I want to come in right away? A generous offer to let me have a root canal first thing Monday morning. Ugh. I had just learned last week that I might need one. Mr. Endodontist was going to run some tests to decide for sure. But here they were, kindly offering for me to come in for the root canal ... now! I looked at my pajamas. I tried to think of all the factors: when does Brett leave for work? does Ania go to preschool today? when does Collin need the van for classes at WCC? is Kaisha working? who will watch the little girls?
So, here I am at 2PM, post root canal, being thankful that it's all done. No need to search for a convenient time on the calendar to schedule it later. I don't have to dread it for days leading up to it. I don't have to wonder how bad it will hurt, who will watch the girls, and if I'll pass out afterwards (like I did after having my wisdom teeth pulled). Monday morning root canals must be the best.