Yesterday, hearing that I had an appointment, I was again filled with a familiar sense of dread, this akin to the feeling I experience days before travelling by airplane. There are no happy thoughts. There are only thoughts in which the worst prevails.
I first talked with the hygienist who could not find my x-rays, but finally hunted them down. She did a good job cleaning my teeth and then took an x-ray of the tooth that I thought might also be fractured. After she was done, Dr. Gurr strode into the room.
He was either tired of me or just plain tired. He did not seem like his usual self. Could be that like others in the health care profession, he is worried about the coronavirus. He’s a genuinely nice guy, with a kindly continence. This goes a long way in my book.
He determined that, no, the tooth that has been bothering me is not fractured. And he said that the other areas that he previously noted need watching, are okay for now. He then attempted to get some of the retainers back in place – a new set, and this didn’t go over very well. He then handed them to me. Now, as I understand it, I’m to get them in place.
And then, there is the matter of my for real fractured tooth. He did not say anything about pulling it because he most likely didn’t want to deal with my resistant attitude. I did get a price estimate, and all things considered, I am thinking that I will have it pulled this spring if the insurance company will pay a chunk of it.
So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The most interesting thing of all is that I am not as afraid as I was about having this tooth pulled. Dr. Gurr is a very good dentist, and I really got the feeling today that he will do a good job.
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