The Myths of Root Canals

I had a root canal very recently and I have got to say that I was genuinely terrified for it. I had heard all of the stories. So when I went to the dentist and he showed me the gaping hole in my tooth, and said the dreaded words, “You need a root canal”, I suddenly felt the need to make a will. Once I finally persuaded myself that I most likely wasn’t going to die, I started to think more reasonably.

I am one of those people that like to prepare ahead of time. So, I went online and looked up the procedure so I knew exactly what was going to happen. Actually simpler than I thought: drill hole in tooth, remove nerve, fill hole again. Hey, that’s not bad! Then I looked up other people’s experiences with the procedure hoping to calm my nerves even further. THAT was a mistake. My favorite stories included the one of the man telling the world that he is some big strong dude with an insanely high pain tolerance and that the surgery made him scream and cry like a baby. Then there was the women who said that the procedure was the most painful thing she had every gone through and she naturally birthed two children.

Okay, two disclaimers. 1) There are some people with bad dentist so if their NovaCane wore off or if the dentist just made some sort of mistake I’m sure this procedure could be very very painful. So I am sorry that happens to some people. 2) I have fabulous dentist who did an amazing job. Yes, the shots in the mouth did hurt a little bit and there was pulling and prodding that was not the best feeling in the world but I was given the notion that this operation would be the most painful and uncomfortable thing to happen to me.

So to ease the nerves of anyone who will be getting a root canal soon, this was my experience.

Things that ACTUALLY hurt:

  • When the dental hygienist lean over me to try to grab some tweezers and the arm of her rolling chair jammed into my side.
  • When my long hair got stuck on one of the dental tools.
  • My bladder by the end because it was almost a 3 hour procedure and I had to pee a little before it all started.

Things that were ACTUALLY uncomfortable:

  • When I forgot that one side of my face was completely numb so when I rinsed my mouth with water, the liquid basically fell out of my hole that my droopy lips made, completely soaking my front.
  • When immediately after the water fell out of my mouth, the student shadowing my dentist did everything in her power to not laugh at me even though I could see out of the corner of my eye, she started to turn red from keeping it in so much.
  • When my dentist midway through the procedure asked if I went clubbing, since that’s that all the young people used to do and then judged me a little when I said I am not a fan of clubbing.

I was so embarrassed when I left, my tooth didn’t even hurt. And if it did, my ego was bruised too hard for me to notice.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,



My Baking Addition

A little more than a year ago I tried baking my first cake from scratch. Well, I guess a few years before that, I helped a friend make chocolate chip cookies from scratch at one point… but I digress. The point is, that once you go scratch, you never go back. There is something oddly satisfying about making something completely by myself. I mean I’m not growing the wheat and grinding it myself, and I’m not milking the cow and I’m not churning the butter and I’m definitely not laying the eggs (or at least any I can use) but I still had to crack the eggs and melt the butter and buy the sugar and flour (with money).

Whenever there was a birthday or a holiday (any holiday, I think I once backed a cake for Labor Day) or sometimes when I just wanted cake, I used to buy good old Betty Crocker mix and let it do its thing. But then one day I said “Wait”. I wish I could tell some amazing story of how I saw an inspiring cooking show, or how I found an old mythical magical baking book and had to go on an adventure in order to find a substitute for unicorn hair (it’s coconut oil if anyone was wondering) but alas, I do not have such a tale. I cannot even remember what made me bake that cake in the first place. I just did it. And I was never more proud of myself. That sounds kind of obnoxious but this is coming from someone who burned off half of her eyebrows one time trying to make stovetop ramen. This soon became my stress outlet. Yes, I became a stress baker which was a surprising nice kink to have during my final examinations.

I should make it clear though that not everything I baked turned out amazing. There were definitely some major screw ups that have almost destroyed friendships. These was one time I tried to bake with some new found friends as a bonding activity and either the milk or the eggs had gone bad because those cupcakes were so gross. Thank goodness this also coincided with “wine night” and someone was already drunk before the cupcakes were even in the oven. She ate maybe 4 or 5 of those cupcakes that tasted like gasoline claiming they were absolutely delicious. Hey, I mean I still call it a victory. The point is, if you need a new hobby to try out or a want to give yourself a new skill to brag about or you just want cake, I suggest baking from scratch. And if your first creation does not go that well, just remember it’s okay. You can also drink a few glasses of wine and taste it again. It might not have been as bad as you thought it was.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,


Constantly Confused (or Pleasantly Puzzled)

Who am I? Just a confused human, inhabiting this earth. What am I doing here? Your guess is just as good as mine. What is this blog about? I guess everything and nothing at the same time.

You can guess by my name that I am just a confused character wandering around. But occasionally I have good stories to tell, good life advice to give and loud opinions that you should feel free to either agree to or disagree with.

I’d like to think of this Blog as your weekly get away. I want to relate to people. You know, make them laugh, make them think or maybe even make someone inspired. No, I’m not famous and no, I don’t have a “story” but what I do have is two thumbs, a laptop and a very sassy mouth that never stops moving. It’s simple really. I enjoy writing and I enjoy being creative. I enjoy reading serious literature just as much as I enjoy making stupid puns and I feel strangely accomplished when I make an really good alliteration yet strangely unfulfilled when I finish a 20 page report. I describe myself as “calmly crazy” since get unusually brazen when I feel like I’m not laid back enough. I am a person of science but I am unusually superstitious (as in I have taken labs in college that have proven the function of unknown proteins yet I still hold my breath when passing cemeteries, pick up every penny that heads up and avoid walking under ladders like it’s the plague). My favorite snack is Cupcakes and my second favorite snack is Brussels Sprouts (and sometimes they switch around). I hate wasting time but my multi-tasking skills cause those who care about me to worry about my mental sanity, like the time I was caught watch a documentary while knitting a scarf….on treadmill….lightly jogging. I know that sounds crazy (even to present day me) but at the time, it made perfect sense.

So here’s the deal. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m okay with that. My dad always said that “There is no manual on how to live your life” and I guess my point is that even if there were, I don’t even read the manuals that come with my new phone so it doesn’t matter ’cause there is no way I would read the “life manual” either. So join me in this state of confusion that we call life, and maybe we can figure out some things together. And if not, lets at least have some fun trying.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,