seven holes from W. R. McCrery

New insurance pro's = finally being able to get all the stuff taken care of that you were putting off when poorly insured.

New insurance con's = finally having to get all the stuff taken care of that you were putting off when poorly insured.

Here's the thing. I've never been afraid of the dentist. While some people have an honest to goodness phobia and sweat at the mere scent of the dentists office - potent though it may be! - I get more nervous about having to decide what I'm going to make for dinner.

I brush a minimum of twice a day, with extra brushings if I've just eaten, if I'm about to leave the house, if I'm about to smootch my man. I am very entertained by flossing, mouthwash gives me a thrill, I have an oral B professional strength spinny and vibratey toothbrush that's FOOLproof. The box even says that dentists themselves use it, and boxes never lie!

I have nothing to fear from the dentists little probing pic.

So, EXPLAIN to me - if you will - why I left my newly insured dentist visit with six holes in my face filled with white porcelain and a bonus root canal?

I'll tell you why.

pregnancy.

my sweet and innocent little bundle used MY teeth to grow his own!

Think about it. Six cavities - six baby teeth currently jewel the MonkeyFish's crooked little smile. The Root Canal, I'm sure, was payback for teething, which I hear is just as obnoxious.

I've had dentists swear there's no correlation between pregnancy and cavities. I've had dentists recommend taking calcium supplements like some people take their movie popcorn.

All I know is - thank heavens for new insurance!
It's an expensive grin, but I'm glad I've got it!

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