I had my first of two cavity-filling visits yesterday, but of course, it's in the stars that normal dental visits are not meant to happen to me. One of my already-filled teeth turned out to have decay underneath the filling, so that by the time both the filling and decay were removed, I was left with a shell-like tooth, with practically nothing inside. I now have two options: root canal and crown or extraction, tooth implant, and crown. Do you think I broke down in the doctor's office? You betcha!
Since my wisdom teeth are scheduled to come out in a few weeks anyway, and since there's not much left of this tooth to save, I'm leaning towards option B. He's already going to remove four teeth from my mouth. At this point, what's one more?
I am the worst dental patient ever. If only I had kept up on my six-month visits like a good girl, none of my current troubles (except for the wisdom-teeth pulling; that just has to happen) would have taken place. And I have no excuses. I've always been covered under a good insurance plan.
When I have children, it will be my mission in life to make sure they understand the value of having good teeth. Not saying that my parents DIDN'T do that; I was just a stupid, stupid girl.
After my ordeal with the dentist, I went to return an overdue new release at Blockbuster. As soon as I handed it over, the clerk removed the "New Release" sign, allowing the "One Week Rental" banner to show. "This movie just became a one-week rental?" I asked. She nodded.
Of course it did.
Why is this woman's link over mine?
Posted by: Chris | May 29, 2004 at 01:29 PM