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I hate going to the dentist, because there are two sources of discomfort. First, whatever painful, invasive procedure is done--and then the bill. In some cases, the second is worse, and this post is by way of explaining why I have been on here so sporadically. Things happen!
Last Wednesday, while eating dinner, I felt something snap on the side of my mouth. No pain, no blood, just something that did not feel right. I had never experienced this before, and, when I tongue probed, I discovered a hole in the bottom part of my right end tooth--one that had been root canaled years before.
So, I called my dentist--whom I am comfortable with--and made the necessary appointment. The night before, I felt nothing there at all. Gone!
What happened--so watch out, girls!-- is that my right crown had, at first, cracked, and then vanished. I must have swallowed the whole thing, which, as I told the dentist, was washed up somewhere in the city sewage system. Sorry for such grossness, girls! Time for tea, later!
So, I had no pieces to show. Which meant a new impression of crown had to be made, and I have to return for a fitting.
Thank God it was nothing so serious. And no real dental surgery involved.
But you know how much I am paying for all this? Twenty two hundred dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You heard me? Is that not outrageous?
The good news is I can afford it--this time. The bad news is if a problem crops up again, I don't know what I will do.
Some, including David, say I should find another dentist. I hesitate to equivocate, because I have to take anti-biotics for dental work, having had open heart surgery, at 11, in 1966. Not all dentists believe in this, and before anyone touches me I MUST premedicate.
Any names or suggestions, darlings???????????????
Even Fantine was not charged this much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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