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Jan. 20th, 2003 10:40 pm... Fate rises from her seemingly subservient bow to deliver a flying kick to the head.
I went for my root canal today. Now, those who know me best know that I hate dentists, to such a point where i work myself to such an inner nervous state (all the while continuing to function perfectly well in normal society) that by the time I get to the appointment, I am a nervous wreck. Any little thing will send me over the edge & start me bawling like an idiot, thereby increasing my mortification factor tenfold. so, of course, i went, i bawled, i paid the exact amount i had been estimated, and walked out feeling battered yet relieved. Or at least i would have, if the wonderful endodontist hadn't informed me that the root canal was done, now all i had to do was saunter over to my regular dentist in a few weeks and get the rest done.
i froze. literally.
The rest, you ask? (as i did at that time). Apparently (& of course my mother remembered this after i mentioned it to her) i now have a dead tooth and a temporary filling. So, of course, i need to get the temporary replaced by something permanent. Of course, the permanent isn't a regular filling -- i went in to my regular dentist for a consultation (which he, thank the gods, didn't charge me for) earlier this evening, only to be informed by my disgustingly overly cheerful dentist that i need a crown. the long and short of it? a crown costs about $1000, and isn't covered by my insurance (as opposed to the $925 root canal, which was 30% covered).
*thwacks head against desk repeatedly and struggles not to cry*
so, just when i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, it goes out and i notice the monsters sneaking up behind me. Might as well just let 'em eat me.
I went for my root canal today. Now, those who know me best know that I hate dentists, to such a point where i work myself to such an inner nervous state (all the while continuing to function perfectly well in normal society) that by the time I get to the appointment, I am a nervous wreck. Any little thing will send me over the edge & start me bawling like an idiot, thereby increasing my mortification factor tenfold. so, of course, i went, i bawled, i paid the exact amount i had been estimated, and walked out feeling battered yet relieved. Or at least i would have, if the wonderful endodontist hadn't informed me that the root canal was done, now all i had to do was saunter over to my regular dentist in a few weeks and get the rest done.
i froze. literally.
The rest, you ask? (as i did at that time). Apparently (& of course my mother remembered this after i mentioned it to her) i now have a dead tooth and a temporary filling. So, of course, i need to get the temporary replaced by something permanent. Of course, the permanent isn't a regular filling -- i went in to my regular dentist for a consultation (which he, thank the gods, didn't charge me for) earlier this evening, only to be informed by my disgustingly overly cheerful dentist that i need a crown. the long and short of it? a crown costs about $1000, and isn't covered by my insurance (as opposed to the $925 root canal, which was 30% covered).
*thwacks head against desk repeatedly and struggles not to cry*
so, just when i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, it goes out and i notice the monsters sneaking up behind me. Might as well just let 'em eat me.