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Jun. 20th, 2005 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aprilstarchildI have read all my email (gasp! shock!) and will read a little of my friends list tonight but goshdarnit, I'm not going to sit here all dang night. My allergies are threatening to turn into something more serious like a sinus infection (today at work my throat hurt and I started to feel achy), and I'll be damned if I'm not getting to bed on time tonight.
Also: I'm never using that spray decongestant stuff again. Y'know, like Afrin?? It really dried me up, which is partially what made my throat hurt. But my whole nose and sinuses felt like someone had stuck my face in a food dehydrator, and saline barely helped. Jesus, I'd rather just be stuffed up.
I ran out of my antibiotics a week or so ago, and haven't bothered to get any more, and now I'm breaking out. Grrr.
Speaking of medical maladies:
Cut for some minor "ew" moments: I went to the dentist on Saturday. I haven't been since I was 16 (first because I just forgot, and then I had no insurance or really crappy insurance), unless you count getting my face X-rayed three years ago and being told, "Hey, your wisdom teeth are impacted," which was a huge DUH.
In any case, I have two more appointments just with the people there this summer: a cleaning, and four fillings and four sealants spread out over two visits. I also have three referrals, two of which I've made appointments for: I have a consult with a periodontist in a week, and in early July I go talk to an oral surgeon.
Apparently my gums are in really bad shape. Yay. I get to have surgery where they graft them. Now that I know what's going on, it freaks me out to look at my teeth in the mirror and see where my teeths' roots are showing because the gums have pulled away. Eek!
And of course, they want to pull all four of my wisdom teeth, which is what I was expecting. My bottom left one is completely sideways, and the dental assistant thought it was so funny she asked if she could show other people in the office. I didn't mind, I find it amusing myself. I did ask, "Does this mean I get general anesthesia?" and she replied, "Ooooh, yeah," and laughed. Yay! I don't want to be awake while they slice open my gums to get to the sideways one and the one that hasn't emerged. I've never been on Vicodin before either, but there's a first time for everything.
To top it all off, they want me to get braces. I'll have to check what my insurance covers. I've actually wanted braces for a while now. I really really didn't want them in middle and high school, but c'mon: I already had straggly brown hair, and glasses, and acne, and really dorky clothes. Getting braces on top of that would just be mean. *lol* I still have brown hair and glasses and mild acne, but my self-image has improved a great deal since then. It won't be such a blow to get metal mouth, especially knowing that it'll eventually mean I look better. In any case, I told them to wait on my consult with the orthodontist, because I'm curious how much of the teeth-crowding will be relieved by pulling the wisdom teeth.
So my copays for this are an arm and a leg. Holy shit. Just for the stuff with Gentle Dental, I'll be paying just over $300. Ow, ow, ow. But goddamn, that's cheaper in the long wrong than, say, root canals and crowns and all that kinda crap.
I would also like to point out that all the people I talked to at the Shute Park Gentle Dental were fantastic. They were all very kind, and really went out of their way to help me out.
Work today: Boring. Tiring. Bleh.
Ooooh I'm getting pissy at the people who work upstairs. Specifically the MA's. One of them called, and Dave answered, and she said she needed a chart. He looks for it, tells her it's not here. She insists that it has to be down there, and he looks some more: Nope, not here. She hangs up. Calls back a few minutes later, I answer, and she's saying, "I have to have this chart! I need this chart!" In as non-snarky a voice as I could manage, I said, "Dave is the best person around here at finding charts. If he can't find it, I'm not going to be able to." But she won't accept that, because after all, she has to have the chart, and she knows she discarded it earlier, so we should have it. I transfer her to our manager for lack of being able to think of anything else. I go into her office a few minutes later to ask what had happened: while this MA had been ranting and raving, someone in the background had said, "Is this the one you're looking for?" *pause* "Yeah, we found it." *click*
Godammit. I had someone else pull that shit with me today too. "We don't have it, it's not out to us, blah blah blah." I look everywhere, It's. Not. Down Here. She calls back, "Oh, we found it." Yeah, I thought so. At least she called to tell me. A lot of the time, they don't; and you keep your eye out for it all day and look in all the charts coming back. Gah.
Also: I'm never using that spray decongestant stuff again. Y'know, like Afrin?? It really dried me up, which is partially what made my throat hurt. But my whole nose and sinuses felt like someone had stuck my face in a food dehydrator, and saline barely helped. Jesus, I'd rather just be stuffed up.
I ran out of my antibiotics a week or so ago, and haven't bothered to get any more, and now I'm breaking out. Grrr.
Speaking of medical maladies:
Cut for some minor "ew" moments: I went to the dentist on Saturday. I haven't been since I was 16 (first because I just forgot, and then I had no insurance or really crappy insurance), unless you count getting my face X-rayed three years ago and being told, "Hey, your wisdom teeth are impacted," which was a huge DUH.
In any case, I have two more appointments just with the people there this summer: a cleaning, and four fillings and four sealants spread out over two visits. I also have three referrals, two of which I've made appointments for: I have a consult with a periodontist in a week, and in early July I go talk to an oral surgeon.
Apparently my gums are in really bad shape. Yay. I get to have surgery where they graft them. Now that I know what's going on, it freaks me out to look at my teeth in the mirror and see where my teeths' roots are showing because the gums have pulled away. Eek!
And of course, they want to pull all four of my wisdom teeth, which is what I was expecting. My bottom left one is completely sideways, and the dental assistant thought it was so funny she asked if she could show other people in the office. I didn't mind, I find it amusing myself. I did ask, "Does this mean I get general anesthesia?" and she replied, "Ooooh, yeah," and laughed. Yay! I don't want to be awake while they slice open my gums to get to the sideways one and the one that hasn't emerged. I've never been on Vicodin before either, but there's a first time for everything.
To top it all off, they want me to get braces. I'll have to check what my insurance covers. I've actually wanted braces for a while now. I really really didn't want them in middle and high school, but c'mon: I already had straggly brown hair, and glasses, and acne, and really dorky clothes. Getting braces on top of that would just be mean. *lol* I still have brown hair and glasses and mild acne, but my self-image has improved a great deal since then. It won't be such a blow to get metal mouth, especially knowing that it'll eventually mean I look better. In any case, I told them to wait on my consult with the orthodontist, because I'm curious how much of the teeth-crowding will be relieved by pulling the wisdom teeth.
So my copays for this are an arm and a leg. Holy shit. Just for the stuff with Gentle Dental, I'll be paying just over $300. Ow, ow, ow. But goddamn, that's cheaper in the long wrong than, say, root canals and crowns and all that kinda crap.
I would also like to point out that all the people I talked to at the Shute Park Gentle Dental were fantastic. They were all very kind, and really went out of their way to help me out.
Work today: Boring. Tiring. Bleh.
Ooooh I'm getting pissy at the people who work upstairs. Specifically the MA's. One of them called, and Dave answered, and she said she needed a chart. He looks for it, tells her it's not here. She insists that it has to be down there, and he looks some more: Nope, not here. She hangs up. Calls back a few minutes later, I answer, and she's saying, "I have to have this chart! I need this chart!" In as non-snarky a voice as I could manage, I said, "Dave is the best person around here at finding charts. If he can't find it, I'm not going to be able to." But she won't accept that, because after all, she has to have the chart, and she knows she discarded it earlier, so we should have it. I transfer her to our manager for lack of being able to think of anything else. I go into her office a few minutes later to ask what had happened: while this MA had been ranting and raving, someone in the background had said, "Is this the one you're looking for?" *pause* "Yeah, we found it." *click*
Godammit. I had someone else pull that shit with me today too. "We don't have it, it's not out to us, blah blah blah." I look everywhere, It's. Not. Down Here. She calls back, "Oh, we found it." Yeah, I thought so. At least she called to tell me. A lot of the time, they don't; and you keep your eye out for it all day and look in all the charts coming back. Gah.
