
That whole “I’d rather have a root canal than [insert action here]” phrase kind of becomes a self-fulilling prophecy when you insert “go to the dentist” as the action.
So here I am with a pain in my mouth, a bottle of Advil, a bottle of penicillin, a bottle of vicodin, and an appointment to go back to the dentist tomorrow. And the possibility of a root canal at some point in the not to distant future. Fun.