This happened:
-Go to lunch yesterday and get the club sandwich from Bretts
-Eat Sandwich back at the office
-Notice that my front tooth has gone from being a nice square to a jagged triangle
-Verify in mirror that I have now have a snaggletooth
-Panic
-Go to dentist (thankfully) right down the street
-Dentist tells me they can't see me until today
-Go to Dentist today
-Dentist tells me they can't actually get the bond in until Thursday
-Panic (since Heather is back in town tonight..this is...um...going to be off-putting?)
-Accept this turn of events
-Dentist informs me that this bond won't hold and that a crown is my only option
-Dentist reluctantly agrees to a temp bond just so I don't look like a hick for 2 weeks
-Dentist sends papers to insurance
-Insurance agrees to cover around 60%
-That leaves about 650 bucks I have to pay out of pocket
In short, I'm so happy about this I could just shit.
Comments (3)
Damn, tough break man. If I were you, I wouldn't get that sandwich again.
Posted by Ryan | December 9, 2008 7:23 PM
Posted on December 9, 2008 19:23
Yeah right. Those are the best sandwiches in the world. I'll go through 4-5 rows of teeth before I give up on the Brett's Club.
All in all, a crown was due. Sort of like having a radiator shit out in a car. You knew it was going to happen for awhile, but when it finally does, it's never a good time
Posted by Dave McAnally | December 9, 2008 9:13 PM
Posted on December 9, 2008 21:13
d'oh. perhaps the snaggletoothage was there prior to eating the sammich?
Posted by mike f. | December 10, 2008 9:43 AM
Posted on December 10, 2008 09:43