What a friggin day! Around lunch time I went over, and emptied my Post Office box. I grabbed a yogurt, and sat upstairs in the little university mall. I opened the second letter, which was from my dental insurance carrier.
The back story: Last month I had two fillings replaced because I hadn't learned that no good can come of clearance aisle almonds.
The insurance letter was to notify me that they rejected payment of one of the fillings. They apparently have notified the dentist. I've heard nothing from the dentist, and don't plan to ask. The carrier's reasoning was that it doesn't allow more than one filling in a 24 month period. "This has got to be in error," I thought!
It was at this point as I took another scoop of my peach yogurt that I felt something sharp in my mouth. The cap from a front tooth was gone. I spat the yogurt into napkins, and there it was.
I called the dental factor as I like to call it, and was told I could have an appointment in three months. I hung up and went there. I was met with the most incompetent office manager ever. She has had computer issues registering me three times before. Anywho, I learned that my dentist left for India or some such, never to return. "Can someone else see me," I begged. The doctor taking the old doc's patients is leaving for the day, I was told. (At 3 in the afternoon) I wasn't bleeding or in pain, therefore, my vanity was only considered an emergency by moi. I then dug deep and summoned "Angry-Black-Man-Les." I am not proud, but it took five minutes to be seen.
A knowledgeable petite woman with a great manner explained why what happened happened. This has happened four times over the years, and after her explanation, I was surprised that it hasn't happened more often. I immediately trusted her judgment and recommendation. She even assured me that it was barely noticeable, as long I don't offer huge smiles. I have and appointment in three weeks to have done what should have been done 20 years ago. Don't expect a toothy grin until November.
As I walked away from the place, I thought "Well, it could be worse. I could be without dental insurance." ...or, maybe I am just getting ahead of myself?
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