My husband has an unholy fear of dentists.
Beyond most people’s fears. Because novocaine doesn’t work on him. So he hasn’t been in years. He’s had root canals. But he doesn’t go back for the second appointment, that, you know, makes it permanent.
So.
He found a dental place under his insurance (Ha! Dental insurance! I crack myself up) that practices sedation dentistry. This IS what Poe needs. And he’s all for that. Knock him out and do what you need to do. He has a bad toothache, and goes in to see what can be done about it. He’s currently in a meeting with a credit counselor.
A credit counselor for the dentist you say?
Why yes. The verdict when they looked inside his mouth (believe it or not, he’s a very nice smile)…..
9 root canals and 3 extractions!!
WHO LET’S THIS HAPPEN TO THEM???
MY HUSBAND!!
So he calls me with the deposit/total/payment information for his whole mouth. With the insurance (Ha! Again with the humor!) the total would be more than the surgery I had inside my delicate lady parts with full anesthesia, in a world renowned hospital, with a world renowned cancer surgeon.
I told him I don’t think so!! Find out about financing the damn tooth that actually hurts! We’ll see about the rest later!
I’m awaiting that announcement.
Dentists MUST be the secret millionaires.
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