While I was grateful the dentist could see me yesterday near the end of my shift, I knew the news would be crummy but I hate it when all the other jazz comes into play. Yes, I haven’t been to a dentist for a few years; I’m not afraid, it’s all the time coordinating to get all the crap they want to do scheduled. I don’t have Mondays off anymore and I have yet to find a practice open during a weekend. Trust me, those franchise joints at strip malls do not inspire confidence.
Right now, the teeth I busted from fainted have to take a back seat to all the cleanings and possible cavities I need addressed. The dentist is a doctor, ergo, they know more about what they’re talking about than I ever will. I remained adamant on having a strong solution for the four broken front teeth. I won’t pay for something that will break right off the first time I bite into an apple prime rib.
First stages: cleaning which has to be done one side at a time. The earliest I can get these squeezed in will be mid July. Let’s see what happens. The dentist also said it was too early to work on the teeth I wanted fixed, they need a couple weeks to settle from the jarring pain I feel if I bite with them.