More tales from the dentist's chair.

I was privileged to open my week with another trip to the dentist's chair for a routine workup, a checkout, and my bi-yearly (I think that's right - twice every year) cleaning which had taken a back seat to my last root canal. Much of the morning was taken up with bitewing x-rays and many long minutes spent under a water spike, which uses a thin stream of water moving under very high pressure to remove buildup and tartar from one's teeth in all those places that toothbrushes never quite seem to hit on a daily basis. While it wasn't uncomfortable, per se, I can name a couple of things off the top of my head that I'd much rather have done to me, most of them involving the implantation of semiconductors or insertion of nonconductive micro-particles of pigment just beneath the skin. I'll give you the long and short of it to prevent boredom (and my own brooding, incidentally): My teeth look pretty good now that they've been cleaned, scraped, polished, and flossed. On the other hand, I've also got decay under two of my older fillings (the really deep ones) that will have to be cleaned out, a filling that needs to be replaced, and a fractured molar on the bottom-right side of my mouth that will need to be crowned.

On top of all of this, I'm still paying for two (2) insurance packages - COBRA and the one I just bought to replace it because COBRA costs more than my car payment every month. I can't cancel it, however, until I'm sure that they've finished the paperwork on my root canal and paid everyone that had to be paid. If I interrupt the paperwork on the root canal by cancelling COBRA now, it might leave things in a nondeterministic state, and after talking it over with the people at the dentist's office,

I despair that I follow in the footsteps of many in my family who had partial dentures at the very least by their thirty-fifth birthdays.

On top of all of this, I'm finally back on my feet after paying through the sinuses for dental work over the past two months, and I might have to take another kick in a tender place to cover the next crown. As one might imagine, this does not leave me with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.