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Oct. 10th, 2007 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisOkay, the dentist story is not that impressive. But still. I'm rather pissed.
First, I was totally right about her not being done with the whole nerve-killing thing. So when, at the end of the last appointment, she was saying how she didn't usually prescribe pain killers for root canals because they shouldn't hurt that much, that actually had nothing to do with me. Yeah, now that she's done with the root killing, it doesn't hurt that much, but before it was a bitch, so thanks.
And yesterday. The lady broke the drill. In my mouth. In one of the roots of my tooth, to be exact.
Meaning it's stuck down there.
So basically, I've got to either leave it in there, which could lead to infection and the root canal failing, or go to some specialist that's only partially covered by my insurance that has microscopy things and can dig it out.
And this was after having to take 4 x-rays because they couldn't get one at the right angle. (Me: *tugs lead jacket up across neck* Thyroid! Thyroid!) Seriously, isn't it some kind of fundamental design flaw to make the clamp that goes around the tooth (to hold the rubber surgical drape thing) metal when x-rays have to happen?
Evidently, also, they knew about the drill thing way before I was told, too. That pissed me off. They didn't mention it for a while, and then tried to call my dad, and only when they didn't get a hold of him did they even consider mentioning it to me. They figure that because I'm still on my parents' insurance that they get to make the decisions. When actually, the real ramification of the decision will be 5 years from now (or so she says--knowing my dentistry luck, it'll be next week) when the root canal fails, and guess who has to pay for it then?
School board meeting after that was nice. And my 10 minute scrambling makeup application ended up looking quite good, so if I ever get a hold of any of the pictures from that I'll have to post them.
(I think the dentist may be beginning to need her own tag.)
First, I was totally right about her not being done with the whole nerve-killing thing. So when, at the end of the last appointment, she was saying how she didn't usually prescribe pain killers for root canals because they shouldn't hurt that much, that actually had nothing to do with me. Yeah, now that she's done with the root killing, it doesn't hurt that much, but before it was a bitch, so thanks.
And yesterday. The lady broke the drill. In my mouth. In one of the roots of my tooth, to be exact.
Meaning it's stuck down there.
So basically, I've got to either leave it in there, which could lead to infection and the root canal failing, or go to some specialist that's only partially covered by my insurance that has microscopy things and can dig it out.
And this was after having to take 4 x-rays because they couldn't get one at the right angle. (Me: *tugs lead jacket up across neck* Thyroid! Thyroid!) Seriously, isn't it some kind of fundamental design flaw to make the clamp that goes around the tooth (to hold the rubber surgical drape thing) metal when x-rays have to happen?
Evidently, also, they knew about the drill thing way before I was told, too. That pissed me off. They didn't mention it for a while, and then tried to call my dad, and only when they didn't get a hold of him did they even consider mentioning it to me. They figure that because I'm still on my parents' insurance that they get to make the decisions. When actually, the real ramification of the decision will be 5 years from now (or so she says--knowing my dentistry luck, it'll be next week) when the root canal fails, and guess who has to pay for it then?
School board meeting after that was nice. And my 10 minute scrambling makeup application ended up looking quite good, so if I ever get a hold of any of the pictures from that I'll have to post them.
(I think the dentist may be beginning to need her own tag.)
