This is the fifth day of my vacation, yet it's the first one that I haven't been miserable. And of all the days, this is the one that I should have been the most miserable. Go figure. I had the dentist appointment I've been dreading for months. Today was the day to go start the work on a new crown. One of my bottom molars has been bothering me for a few months. Biting on anything hard would send sharp pains through the tooth and into my jaw. I was hoping it meant I was just going to need a new filling. But no such like. I had a fracture in the tooth and the recommended treatment was a new crown. I put it off a little while and finally decided to do something about it. I had the dentist submit a pre-determination with my insurance company to see what my out of pocket expense was going to be. It came back a couple of weeks ago saying that all but about $300 would be covered. I was shocked because a larger than expected percentage was covered.
So today was the day. The first thing my dentist says to me is we're going to get that last molar a new crown today. I stopped and said to him, "No, it's the tooth in front of it, not the back one." He disagreed and double checked his notes. His notes said it was the last one. So, to put my mind at rest, he tested my teeth and sure enough, the tooth that's been bothering me was the back molar, not the one in front of it. Sometimes, the pain expresses itself forward. I didn't know that, but I do now. The time in the chair wasn't horrible, though he did have to stop work and give me another shot of Novocaine because the first shot didn't do enough. Even that second one didn't do enough because I was still getting sharp (though dulled by the first two shots) pains when he hit the spot where the bigger of the two fractures was. I was a trooper, though. Until the first of two major offenses happened. The soft rock station plays in the background at the office. "The Shoop Shoop Song" by Cher came on and out of the blue, my dentist says "Cher should stick to acting." Hello. Does he not know he has a large faggot in the chair? A large faggot who has probably close to 400 Cher songs on his iPod? Hello? The second offense occured when he was working on my temporary crown and I could talk. Knowing I'm a huge Disney freak, he asked if I'd be recently. I told him just a couple months ago. He said that he, too, was there recently. I asked where he stayed. He told me. The Grand Floridian. I was so jealous. I wanted to pop him in the head. It would have been justifiable, right? I thought so.
Anyway, I've got a temporary crown in now for the next two weeks. The hardest part of this time is going without chewing gum. I chew a lot of gum, especially at work. Keeps me from thinking about food, which is always a good thing.
After the dentist, I ran all the errands I had. Post office, bank, BJs, a few places to pick up Christmas presents. I got almost all of my Christmas shopping done this morning. I have one more item to pick up in the store for Ken (though if he's going out on Black Friday... he usually does before work... he's picking it up.) and a little bit of internet shopping for my sister. Then I'm done.
I got home, did up all the chores I needed, played online a little bit and caught up on some reading. All in all, it's been a good day. It just sucks that it took five days to finally have a decent one, but here's hoping tomorrow is more of the same!
Happy (early) Thanksgiving to all!