Warning: Mumble (and bitch) ahead. Take appropriate precautions.
We both had dentist appointments today. After sixteen xrays (yeah, 16 - you read it right) AND a lot of poking and mumbling all sorts of numbers (pretty sure it's not a dental office - more like some sort of voodoo cult) I was informed that I need three crowns. Nice, I thought - until I realized they weren't meaning the type that Queen Elizabeth wears. Ummm...and just how much might that be? Pretty close to a thousand dollars per tooth. I rapidly informed them that if it wasn't broke it didn't need to be fixed. Of course they gravely assured me that should a breakage occur that it would be sure to cost more. Life is a crap shoot anyway, so I'll take my chances. Three months ago we had what I thought was a pretty major cleaning so I assumed that would be the end for at least a year. NOT ! We have to go back next month for yet another cleaning. I really can't understand how these people get their jollies out of peering into my mouth and poking all sorts of instruments of torture in there.
Just to add insult to injury, my glasses are falling apart and we both have eye doctor appointments on Friday. Anybody want to hazard a guess as to how much THAT is going to cost? My current glasses were nearly $700 about 3 years ago, so I shudder to think. If the truth were known, I probably hate going to the eye doctor even more than the dentist. I thoroughly dread that stupid little thing they do where they ask 'is it better like this? - or like this?" Darned if I know! It all looks the same to me. After I ask them to repeat it a dozen times, they tend to get a little testy with me. Bah. When I had contacts I was one of the rare people who could not switch back & forth between them and glasses. My eyes simply would not make the adjustment, so I expect it's what happens when they do that flippin (pun intended) test.
Oh boy, this is turning out to be a wonderful week!