Dentistry...
Mar. 23rd, 2004 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishI was running around a lot Friday. John and I both had dental appointments; his was at 9:00 am, and mine was at 3:00 pm. I had dock duty that morning, meaning I started at 6:00 am. John told me he would take the scooter to his appointment, but that still meant someone had to get Angus to school at 10:20.
I was hoping the morning would go like the day before, and I'd get all the samples I needed before 9:00. However, all the processors seemed to be waiting on ice shipments before they could unload their boats. Several I waited to sample had been there for 30 minutes to an hour. VT had offered the day before to come down and finish for if I had to leave, so reluctantly I called her. She came down, and we traded vehicles.
I zipped home as fast as I could - in the meantime, I stupidly forgot to take off the parking brake and had people honking and gesturing at me all across the Gerald Desmond bridge. I finally realized something was smoking and pulled over to figure out what it was. Duh! I hope it's not ruined.
Once I got home, I got Angus dressed, picked up his homework and drove him to school. There was one other little girl there ahead of us, but all the other parents seemed to have left already. Probably a good thing; I didn't really feel like explaining my uniform shirt and rubber boats and why I probably smelled like a mackerel.
John got back home just as I was about to leave to go back to work. He was pretty numbed up and congested as well, but informed me I needed to talk to the dentist when I went in about our payment options for his dental work, since his entire annual deductible got used up in one appointment - anything more he has done will come out of our pocket. Ouch.
I finished the day and left for my own appointment. When I got there, I talked with the receptionist, and we're going to break it down into three appointments, one payment per appointment. She's going to give us an additional 30% off, too. Very nice people. The previous dentist wanted everything up front, but them he had a nice expensive Newport Beach office to pay rent on too. The dentist, speaking with a Persian accent, told me it'd be cheaper if I just ordered a new husband. Maybe from Russia, he suggested. I like this guy - he has a sense of humor. Now if only he'd stop calling me ma'am.
After that, I sat down in the waiting room in the last available chair. It was rather warm, and I started dozing off while I reading. Finally about 45 minutes later, I finally heard someone mangle my name (which I'm used to) calling "Lynnie?" I don't remember anyone calling my name before. Apparently, the assistant had stuck her head out the door and didn't see me - I was sort of behind a wall - or I hadn't heard her or recognized she was calling my name. The dentist thought I had only come in to discuss John's appointments, until he noticed my file was still sitting out.
They were going to fill two cavities in my upper right molars. I warned him that sometimes the novacaine doesn't work all that well with me, or wears off early. He gave me extra, and went off to tend another patient. When they began drilling, the dentist noticed that one was very deep, and told me he was going to try putting some medication in with the filling; if it didn't work I would have to come back. I barely missed getting a root canal myself I guess. So now I have two big white fillings, which was a bit of surprise, but I've been told they don't use amalgam anymore. They feel kind of rough.
I still have at least another appointment. Whoopee-snort.
I guess we need to cut out the jelly-beans in bed. ;p
I was hoping the morning would go like the day before, and I'd get all the samples I needed before 9:00. However, all the processors seemed to be waiting on ice shipments before they could unload their boats. Several I waited to sample had been there for 30 minutes to an hour. VT had offered the day before to come down and finish for if I had to leave, so reluctantly I called her. She came down, and we traded vehicles.
I zipped home as fast as I could - in the meantime, I stupidly forgot to take off the parking brake and had people honking and gesturing at me all across the Gerald Desmond bridge. I finally realized something was smoking and pulled over to figure out what it was. Duh! I hope it's not ruined.
Once I got home, I got Angus dressed, picked up his homework and drove him to school. There was one other little girl there ahead of us, but all the other parents seemed to have left already. Probably a good thing; I didn't really feel like explaining my uniform shirt and rubber boats and why I probably smelled like a mackerel.
John got back home just as I was about to leave to go back to work. He was pretty numbed up and congested as well, but informed me I needed to talk to the dentist when I went in about our payment options for his dental work, since his entire annual deductible got used up in one appointment - anything more he has done will come out of our pocket. Ouch.
I finished the day and left for my own appointment. When I got there, I talked with the receptionist, and we're going to break it down into three appointments, one payment per appointment. She's going to give us an additional 30% off, too. Very nice people. The previous dentist wanted everything up front, but them he had a nice expensive Newport Beach office to pay rent on too. The dentist, speaking with a Persian accent, told me it'd be cheaper if I just ordered a new husband. Maybe from Russia, he suggested. I like this guy - he has a sense of humor. Now if only he'd stop calling me ma'am.
After that, I sat down in the waiting room in the last available chair. It was rather warm, and I started dozing off while I reading. Finally about 45 minutes later, I finally heard someone mangle my name (which I'm used to) calling "Lynnie?" I don't remember anyone calling my name before. Apparently, the assistant had stuck her head out the door and didn't see me - I was sort of behind a wall - or I hadn't heard her or recognized she was calling my name. The dentist thought I had only come in to discuss John's appointments, until he noticed my file was still sitting out.
They were going to fill two cavities in my upper right molars. I warned him that sometimes the novacaine doesn't work all that well with me, or wears off early. He gave me extra, and went off to tend another patient. When they began drilling, the dentist noticed that one was very deep, and told me he was going to try putting some medication in with the filling; if it didn't work I would have to come back. I barely missed getting a root canal myself I guess. So now I have two big white fillings, which was a bit of surprise, but I've been told they don't use amalgam anymore. They feel kind of rough.
I still have at least another appointment. Whoopee-snort.
I guess we need to cut out the jelly-beans in bed. ;p
