What a morning!
Right now, I am guzzling a bowl of ice cream with a banana and a can of diet Coke poured over it.
This same dentist claims he told me five years ago I needed a root canal because my #15 tooth was so sensitive.
Two years ago, I was in St. Lois, and a dentist there told me I might need a root canal on #15, but he would put a crown on it to try to keep it bound together. “You still might need a root canal if this doesn’t work,” he said. I think I paid over $1200 for the crown.
It didn’t work, so back to the chair today. (Here is an embarrassing secret. I had a bad case of diarrhea yesterday, so I fashioned a home-made diaper – just in case. It wasn’t needed, but it made me feel better knowing I was “covered.”)
My jaw doesn’t go numb very easily, so it took three layers of injections as he drill deeper and deeper to kill the pain. I had bought a doggie squeak toy to let him know if it hurt, but I only squeezed it once.
The impression I was given BEFORE we got started was that he would drill a very small hole through my crown to get to my root. I couldn’t see how that was even remotely possible, and during the operation, it felt like he was opening the grand canyon – I kid you not!
I was told I might expect to pay $730 to $800. But then he would have to repair the hole he made in the crown. That would probably be extra. It was.
Two hours. $850.
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