Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Bloody dentists
I really have nothing against them personally but I'd rather not set foot in their establishments. I brush 3 times a day and I floss even after drinking water. I have floss in both vehicles, my fishing vest, my desk, and even some jackets. I go through that stuff like a dope fiend on crack. Still...I have horrible teeth. The dentist loves when I walk in the door cuz I keep the lights on. I tell myself it's genetics. So in the past year and a half I've had some major filling work despite my agressiveness in the brushing department. I'm talking major work. When I think about what I saw in that mirror I am reminded of the deepest quarries known to mankind. Cavernous holes. Truly the stuff that horror movies are made of. Anyway...the good dentist (who's actually a really nice guy and always treats me like royalty cuz he knows I'm terrified to be there) told me about a year and a half ago that I was going to need to get crowns on all the teeth he worked on as so much of the teeth had to be removed during my visit. I swear I thought he was digging for the motherload. Being the idiot I am, I decided that the filling work he did was spot on and that there was no need to delve any further into the crown department. My luck ran out today. One of those bad boys cracked. I sat at my desk sweating. Finally I made the call. Of course he asked if I wanted to cruise on over today but I wanna have one more crown free night. I'm doing it up Clint Eastwood style tonight and enjoying a bit of Jim Bean. I go in tomorrow for him to mock me. I'm emarassed to say that I need not one crown but.........wait for it.........FOUR!! Before insurance, crowns run like 950 bones. That's just for porcelain too. If I want gold it's gonna run me triple that. So...I'm hoping that he doesn't have to re-do all the work he did over a year ago before the crown can go on but I aint holding my breath. I'm expecting a shot and I hate those. Years ago I used to say if I could change anything about my appearance it'd be my thinning hair. As I've gotten older I really don't give a crap about my hair anymore. I think I'd rather have good teeth. Instead I got neither.
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