The Devil Likes 'Em Young...Probably Gets In Through That Softspot.
An odd time to be drilled about your uncle is when you're strapped to a chair with your head at the low point of a 45 degree angle. I discovered this yesterday at the dentist's office. As we all know, I loathe the dentist more than there are words to adequately envelope any deep-seeded hatred. Once again they tried to force me into Nitrous. I reminded them what the end result was last time. They decided they didn't want to chance having to clean vomit off the carpet, or losing one of their employees for an unspecified period of time while she tends to me as I gag and spit in a trashcan.
Instead, I think he gave me a few extra shots in the cheek and jaw. When I clasped my hands together and wrinkled my nose from the pain, the dentist did his best to assure me he was almost done. If he could see my thoughts, he probably wouldn't have been so caring. He'd probably have been backing away slowly with his hands in plain sight, asking me repeatedly not to do anything crazy.
After ramming me with that huge needle about four times, they both left me to enjoy my lip swelling to about three times its natural size. They took their time coming back, then began taking multiple impressions to make my new crown.
Toward the end of my debacle, all the blood had rushed to my head, my jaws felt like they were about unhinge from all the pushing, pulling, and pressure in general, and I just wanted to get the heck out of there. Instead of letting me just leave, the dental assistant took her time making me another appointment and "nonchalantly" quizzing me about my uncle. I felt like the cute little girl on the playground being enticed by some horny adult woman wanting to hook up with my dad. What is WRONG with people?!
I went to the desk to pay and found some solace in the old lady behind the counter. She must've felt my complete state of fatigue and asked me if I'd like a discount, and if I'd like to bust this bill up into two payments. I didn't even know any of that could be done, so I eagerly accepted. I suppose $400 is better than $800 due immediately...
I seem to be having the most odd luck lately. It's not bad, but it's not good. I feel somewhat like a tea bag, dangling over boiling water. My tab over the last week comes to around $2,000.00. ($800 in my mouth, $115 to the commie bastards at "At The Beach", $230 to the oral surgeon since my insurance decided post-payment that they didn't want to cover local anesthesia, and $700 went to repairs under my house on Monday...due Friday.) That tab does not include any of my regular bills on the house, which come to around $1,000, or my six month insurance bill which is due next week (+$200).
I have an extra check coming from my second job, however, they just called and canceled tonight and Friday. Not only does that mean I don't get my check until Monday, it means I'm going to be missing six hours on my next check.
Also, this whole "temporary crown" ordeal is making my butt pucker. They say I can't chew gum, or anything sticky, and that I need to try and chew on the opposite side of my mouth at all times...because it could come off. I'm terrified of any situation involving my teeth. I'm also terrified of the dentist. So, if this "Temporary" happens to come off, I'll be forced to realize 2 of my worst nightmares in one evening. And, "one evening" is the best-case scenario. Oh, did I mention I won't get my permanent until AFTER Thanksgiving? BASTARDS!
I'm not sure I've had this much stress in..... Ever?
I think that's enough complaining for one entry.
I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm always able to keep my head just above water...even if there's an occasional wave that pushes me under and leaves me sputtering, flailing my arms, and gasping for air. (Quick thank you to my parents on that one.)
*sigh*
Instead, I think he gave me a few extra shots in the cheek and jaw. When I clasped my hands together and wrinkled my nose from the pain, the dentist did his best to assure me he was almost done. If he could see my thoughts, he probably wouldn't have been so caring. He'd probably have been backing away slowly with his hands in plain sight, asking me repeatedly not to do anything crazy.
After ramming me with that huge needle about four times, they both left me to enjoy my lip swelling to about three times its natural size. They took their time coming back, then began taking multiple impressions to make my new crown.
Toward the end of my debacle, all the blood had rushed to my head, my jaws felt like they were about unhinge from all the pushing, pulling, and pressure in general, and I just wanted to get the heck out of there. Instead of letting me just leave, the dental assistant took her time making me another appointment and "nonchalantly" quizzing me about my uncle. I felt like the cute little girl on the playground being enticed by some horny adult woman wanting to hook up with my dad. What is WRONG with people?!
I went to the desk to pay and found some solace in the old lady behind the counter. She must've felt my complete state of fatigue and asked me if I'd like a discount, and if I'd like to bust this bill up into two payments. I didn't even know any of that could be done, so I eagerly accepted. I suppose $400 is better than $800 due immediately...
I seem to be having the most odd luck lately. It's not bad, but it's not good. I feel somewhat like a tea bag, dangling over boiling water. My tab over the last week comes to around $2,000.00. ($800 in my mouth, $115 to the commie bastards at "At The Beach", $230 to the oral surgeon since my insurance decided post-payment that they didn't want to cover local anesthesia, and $700 went to repairs under my house on Monday...due Friday.) That tab does not include any of my regular bills on the house, which come to around $1,000, or my six month insurance bill which is due next week (+$200).
I have an extra check coming from my second job, however, they just called and canceled tonight and Friday. Not only does that mean I don't get my check until Monday, it means I'm going to be missing six hours on my next check.
Also, this whole "temporary crown" ordeal is making my butt pucker. They say I can't chew gum, or anything sticky, and that I need to try and chew on the opposite side of my mouth at all times...because it could come off. I'm terrified of any situation involving my teeth. I'm also terrified of the dentist. So, if this "Temporary" happens to come off, I'll be forced to realize 2 of my worst nightmares in one evening. And, "one evening" is the best-case scenario. Oh, did I mention I won't get my permanent until AFTER Thanksgiving? BASTARDS!
I'm not sure I've had this much stress in..... Ever?
I think that's enough complaining for one entry.
I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm always able to keep my head just above water...even if there's an occasional wave that pushes me under and leaves me sputtering, flailing my arms, and gasping for air. (Quick thank you to my parents on that one.)
*sigh*