So in my last post about the dentist I was under the impression (punny) that I would be spending a good chunk of money ($2,800) to correct the damage that my little vitamin sucker did to my grill while I was growing her in my womb. I had plans to have all of the things taken care of within a month of each other. Then more life happened and of course, no one has any problem putting off a dentist appointment! So I pushed it back and back and back until they called last week to tell me I had my cleaning. And I told them we still need to fix this shit. So they re-scheduled it. For the 5th time.
After my cleaning I asked the girl if I had any new cavities. She chuckled and said well I don't see any new ones per say, but unfortunately cavities don't get smaller... I started sweating thinking I was going to have to have a root canal (my ultimate fear).
Once the dentist finally came in to check out the damage he gave me the run down. He told me I needed more crowns and I am "lucky" I don't need a root canal. I told him to get a move on and lets do this shit. Quickly, while I am still calm. Before starting, front desk girl brought me a paper to sign, showing me the total of my tooth bill. I shit my pants. Right there in the dentist chair. Right when I got handed a bill for $5,600. FIVE THOUSAND AND SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS. Guys, the $2,800 from last year was a quote for all of my teeth. The left side of my mouth was supposed to cost $1,100. I just cost myself fourty five HUNDRED dollars by putting my appointment off.
So I didn't really shit my pants. I just cried a little then paid cause hello? It's not like I can leave after the whole "cavities only get bigger" spill. Then what? Then I come back in a year and you all of the sudden have to pull all of my teeth then I suck and can't even eat food because I put it off again? Ugh..
I was in that chair for 4 hours. 4 hours. 4 crowns and 3 fillings later. I finally got to leave.
Here I am, 3 days later, a hell of a lot broke-r, and with a mouth half full of fake teeth. My mouth is jacked. It hurts so bad. Still. 9 shots of Novocaine will do that to ya. 9. Yeah that was fun. Not. Here is a little collage for your viewing pleasure. Apparently I love me some instagram when high on NO2...