Several years ago, I had a root canal in a front tooth. That little one between the two major front teeth and the canine.
Saturday, while eating multi-grain bread, I heard a "crack!"
Ut oh...
Ran to the bathroom, checked my teeth - couldn't see any cracks, brushed my teeth vigorously - nothing loose.
Phew!
A couple hours later, I went grocery shopping (in torrential rain) and slipped coming into the house - my tongue hit the tooth and out it popped.
I looked like a Jack-o-lantern.
In full hysterics, I called my dentist. God bless her, she met me at the office at 6:00 on a Saturday night in the middle of a monsoon to fix my tooth (temporary fix).
Now, you have to picture my dentist. She's an excellent dentist, but she is also young, petite and from Kentucky - and she sounds exactly like Hanna Montana. And she's perky. So damn perky.
So there I sat, in the chair, contemplating how quickly I went from a not bad looking woman to a toothless old hag while Hanna Montana chattered on in that chipper way of hers.
The upshot is, I could get a bridge, for $3000 but that would put stress on the adjoining teeth - so a dental implant is the way to go - for $3500. Why not? And guess how much my insurance policy covers?
Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada.
Good news! This implant process can take up to 7 months! So I have plenty of time to pay it off! Lucky me. The only positives I see in this are that it can be fixed - and the periodontist will do the implant itself. I like him. He gives me Valium.
Today, it is Spring.
Gorgeous day - 72 degrees. Sun shining, birds chirping.
And where am I?
I'm inside waiting for the furnace repair guy to come. AGAIN.
5 visits, $1300 in furnace repair bills in the last month and the furnace shut off in the middle of the night and won't re-set.
So here I sit, waiting for the guy who I believe can be claimed as a dependent on our taxes.
Happy Freakin' Spring.
Saturday, while eating multi-grain bread, I heard a "crack!"
Ut oh...
Ran to the bathroom, checked my teeth - couldn't see any cracks, brushed my teeth vigorously - nothing loose.
Phew!
A couple hours later, I went grocery shopping (in torrential rain) and slipped coming into the house - my tongue hit the tooth and out it popped.
I looked like a Jack-o-lantern.
In full hysterics, I called my dentist. God bless her, she met me at the office at 6:00 on a Saturday night in the middle of a monsoon to fix my tooth (temporary fix).
Now, you have to picture my dentist. She's an excellent dentist, but she is also young, petite and from Kentucky - and she sounds exactly like Hanna Montana. And she's perky. So damn perky.
So there I sat, in the chair, contemplating how quickly I went from a not bad looking woman to a toothless old hag while Hanna Montana chattered on in that chipper way of hers.
The upshot is, I could get a bridge, for $3000 but that would put stress on the adjoining teeth - so a dental implant is the way to go - for $3500. Why not? And guess how much my insurance policy covers?
Nothing. Zip, zilch, nada.
Good news! This implant process can take up to 7 months! So I have plenty of time to pay it off! Lucky me. The only positives I see in this are that it can be fixed - and the periodontist will do the implant itself. I like him. He gives me Valium.
Today, it is Spring.
Gorgeous day - 72 degrees. Sun shining, birds chirping.
And where am I?
I'm inside waiting for the furnace repair guy to come. AGAIN.
5 visits, $1300 in furnace repair bills in the last month and the furnace shut off in the middle of the night and won't re-set.
So here I sit, waiting for the guy who I believe can be claimed as a dependent on our taxes.
Happy Freakin' Spring.
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