Lately, I’ve been rootless. At least, it feels that way. One would think, at almost 60 years old, my roots would be getting deeper. On the contrary, I seem to be losing roots right and left recently.
It all started in January when I went for my dental cleaning. A few days before my scheduled appointment, I developed a slight toothache in one of my upper molars. It wasn’t a big deal, really. I kept brushing and flossing, thinking I might have a bit of something caught between my teeth or sticking into my gum. I took some ibuprofen, but it wasn’t too bad. When we first moved to Florida, I had a pain in the same area but it went away after the dentist prescribed a course of antibiotics.
When I went for my January cleaning, I mentioned my pesky tooth. The dentist concluded that I had another infection in the same area. He was pretty convinced that the time had come for the endodontist to go spelunking down the roots of that particular tooth. I reluctantly made an appointment with the endodontist.
The endodontist took one look at the x-ray and immediately saw that I had a root canal on the same tooth in the past. I had all but forgotten about it, but I remembered the experience when he asked me about prior work on the tooth. It was 35 years ago, so I don’t think anyone can fault me for not remembering the details. At first, the endodontist thought the tooth must have a crack in the root. That would mean a root canal would not work. I would need an extraction and related tooth replacement work. If there was any news less happy than the fact that I needed a root canal, it would probably be I didn’t need a root canal in these circumstances.
To confirm his analysis, he sent me for a cat-scan of my face. It turned out that I had badly infected, drowning sinuses. Oh… and my constantly freakish anatomy had been playing tricks on me for 35 years. It seems I had a sneaky mutant extra root which managed to escape notice when the original dentist roto-rootered the infected tooth. That rogue root had been playing hide and seek all this time. In short, my tooth had been abscessed for 35 years. It just flared up from time to time. Wow. Great news. I could have a root canal after all.
After the root canal, I felt fine. For about 30 hours, there was no tenderness or pain or really any discomfort at all. After the 30-hour mark, however, a small war broke out in my mouth. For about five days, I was miserable. My sinuses drained constantly. My gum throbbed. I had numbness and extreme swelling on the right side of my mouth and face. I couldn’t eat anything solid. There were times I looked like a stroke victim. I took the antibiotics and iced my face compulsively. I counted the hours until I could take more ibuprofen. It baffled me because I have had a couple root canals before and I didn’t remember them hurting like this.
Finally, after four or five days, I began to get better. I still wasn’t good, but I was a lot better. By the time I saw the endodontist for the completion of Root Canal 2.0, the tooth was back to normal. Normal as in the way it had been for 35 years…. sketchy and skittish, but not causing me any consistent problems. A few weeks of misery and a couple of thousand dollars later and my tooth felt the same as it had before the root canal.
The endodontist, to his credit, did not declare victory. He saw that the gum was still slightly swollen. He took another x-ray and saw that a pocket of infection still existed. He ended up doing a small surgical procedure to open up my gum and remove part of the root, along with the rest of the infection.
That sounds horrible, but it was actually much better than the first visit. After the root-ectomy or whatever you call it, I had no pain at all. I waited through the first 30 hours in dread, remembering the previous experience when I was all hoity-toity over breezing my way through the root canal. Then it happened…. Nothing. Picture me… rootless and loving it!
It isn’t just my dental roots that have been acting out. An oak tree in my front yard was attacking my house. The first day we moved into the house, we took a break from unpacking to go to the local home repair store for something. When we returned, we saw a garbage truck in front of our house, along with a huge pile of amputated tree limbs. A neighbor explained. While we were gone, the garbage truck got a little too close to our yard and accidentally sheared off a large portion of the tree. I should have known then that the tree was not to be trusted.
For the entire time we have lived in Florida, that tree continued to be a malcontent. Everybody else has clean driveways. Not us. Less than an hour after sweeping the driveway, we’d find it covered in leaves. Northerners may talk about the leaves falling in the autumn. In Florida, there is no such thing as weather and Mother Nature can’t seem to keep her seasons straight. The leaves fall ALL FREAKIN’ YEAR.
After the hurricane, we surveyed our front yard with dismay. Yes, everyone on our street had some mess to clean up. We had our own private natural disaster area on the front lawn. The tree was still standing, but everything that used to be on the tree seemed to be covering the yard. I’m not sure we ever really recovered. The fallen leaves and branches seemed to expand geometrically over time. We’d work on the mess for a couple of hours and then take a break. Improbably, there seemed to be even more dead tree vomit to clean up when we started up again. It defies all laws of nature the way that dead tree matter multiplied.
There was a bigger problem, too. Little by little, the roots from that tree have been expanding and pushing up through the ground…. And the driveway. We were the only ones on our block with a split-level driveway. If the tree had its way, that split-level was going to turn into a two-story model very soon. This all begged the question… if the tree roots were forcing our driveway ever higher into the stratosphere, what were they doing to the foundation of the house? It truly was time to take steps.
We hired our lawn guy to remove the Tree That Took Over The World. He cut it down and we learned that there is sometimes sun in our front yard. Apparently, our tree was causing a total eclipse. He recommended a guy to grind down the stump to further thwart the root force. The stump guy ground the stump down to a pile of sawdust. He told us ahead of time that we would have to get rid of the sawdust ourselves. He estimated we would have to shovel two to three large garbage bags of sawdust. Fifteen bags of sawdust and many sore muscles later, we placed the last of our tree on the curb for the recycle people. It still seems odd to look out the window and not see the tree, but I am hoping our efforts will result in our house remaining affixed to the ground.
I think when people say they are trying to get to the root of a problem, they are barking up the wrong tree. The root IS the problem!
But more on that subject next week….
Am I the only one who is fighting with her roots? What are your experiences? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a deeply happy day!