That was rough. And they didn’t even do anything. I have to go back on Thursday to talk about selling my children to afford this getting the estimate and full breakdown of all that needs to be done.
On the bright side, I heard “No root canal”. The only canals I want to pay for are in Venice, so that was good news. The down side was that the old stuff I had done as a child is beginning to break down and wear away, so it’s time to do a lot of rework.
And get three or four crowns.
And fill a couple of cavities.
Another bright side: I was praised for being a good brusher and flosser. They said most “high fear” patients (yeah, I have a label – can I get a clap?) are good brushers, so at least I’ve overachieved on something.
So, that was my day.
I have a migraine.
And a sense of relief.
Until I have to go back.
Because I will go back. At least twice they said.
Aren’t you glad you get the play by play?
Are you wondering who suggested you read this blog at this point?
Aren’t you wishing you had the last four minutes of your life back that you spent reading this drivel?
I’d demand a refund.
Have a nice day.