Last October, I bit down on a soft chocolate candy and almost swallowed one of my crowns. It apparently came loose while I was enjoying my rich chocolatey goodness. Or maybe I lost it because I’m just so darn sweet! At any rate, I went to the dentist to have it placed back on the tooth it previously had protected… but it was not meant to be.
See I’d had a root canal done on this tooth when I was 19, which was almost 20 years ago! So apparently the tooth continued to deteriorate and it was to the point where a simple crowning would not work. I had to have the tooth pulled. This was quite distressing to me – if you know me at all you understand why. I’m seriously anal about my teeth. Floss every night, brush a minimum twice a day, use every contraption my dentist tells me will work for cleaning my teeth – I mean everything. And yet my teeth give me such problems!
First I had that root canal when I was 19. Then they pulled all four of my wisdom teeth and four additional teeth when I got my braces. I wore those damn braces for over 2 1/2 years… meanwhile I had cavities galore! A few years ago I cracked one of my teeth and had to get a dental bridge to replace it – and those things are not fun to keep clean. And then I lost this cap and eventually the tooth it protected.
Since it was a tooth that was serving as a back tooth, I can’t get another bridge (thank goodness). So my choices were a flipper tooth, which it has to be taken out every time it needs cleaning – again not appealing – or an implant. The implant has its own problems (uh they drill into your jaw and screw the implant in, your body could reject it, uh did I mention the cost?) but in the end I decided it was better to have the surgery for the implant than to have to deal with a yucky removable tooth. I mean I can barely handle flossing my bridge without heaving for goodness sake!
So I did the implant and of course our insurance decided that they wouldn’t be covering the implant because I could’ve gone with the lower cost of the flipper tooth. Ain’t that a bitch? I wonder if any of those jerks have to deal with a flipper tooth. Blah.
So now I have 160 days to contest by writing a letter (strongly worded, I might add) asking them to reconsider. I don’t even know what to say… “Quit being cheap bastards… please… and thank you.”
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