So, as some recall, I had a bad dentist... story's over here: http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=85715
And he wasn't the first sucky one I'd run into, either, so... yeah, kind of phobic. I really wasn't ever going to see a dentist again, but one of my teeth started to hurt, and I have to fly next week for school. I feared that it would break while I'm out, which is not the end of the world, but it's not something you want to have happen when you're in the front seat. So I sucked it up (and by that, I mean that I whined and cried on my teddy bear for an entire afternoon) and scheduled an appointment with an office that my hairdresser said was really nice, and respectful of patient preferences. And they were. Nobody yelled, and we had a nice chat about the options for dealing with my problem.
But here's the part. When they evaluated my painful tooth... they very quickly found the problem. See, I had a cavity filled as a teen, and that filling broke about 10 years ago, and it was replaced with a gold inlay. Perfectly fine. But the evil dentist, about 2 years ago, was filling a small cavity in the tooth ahead of that one, and found that the decay had kind of spread into the inlay-tooth also. And so he just filled it, right up against the inlay. With a type of filling that does not bond with gold, so it just created a nice crack between the two materials. It should have gotten a crown at the time, instead of being filled. And he DIDN'T ASK OR TELL ME HE WAS DOING THAT AT ALL!
I'm relieved that it didn't do me any lasting damage, really, and it's only a little extra cost to clean up the mess and do the crown now instead of two years ago. But he didn't ask, didn't tell, didn't put it on the itemized bill I received, just did it and billed insurance. Here I was, feeling overly paranoid that I was thinking "what if he just does whatever he wants while I can't see what he's doing" and then come to find out, he had already done EXACTLY that!! Just... argh! That guy's lucky my big sister prefers life on the outside of prison walls, because she's phenomenally overprotective of me, she's highly skilled in martial arts, and "pissed as hell" is a massive understatement right now. And also, thanks again, everyone who encouraged me about that fiasco, and in everything else I've ever posted. I didn't realize how important community can be until I found myself welcomed into one.
And he wasn't the first sucky one I'd run into, either, so... yeah, kind of phobic. I really wasn't ever going to see a dentist again, but one of my teeth started to hurt, and I have to fly next week for school. I feared that it would break while I'm out, which is not the end of the world, but it's not something you want to have happen when you're in the front seat. So I sucked it up (and by that, I mean that I whined and cried on my teddy bear for an entire afternoon) and scheduled an appointment with an office that my hairdresser said was really nice, and respectful of patient preferences. And they were. Nobody yelled, and we had a nice chat about the options for dealing with my problem.
But here's the part. When they evaluated my painful tooth... they very quickly found the problem. See, I had a cavity filled as a teen, and that filling broke about 10 years ago, and it was replaced with a gold inlay. Perfectly fine. But the evil dentist, about 2 years ago, was filling a small cavity in the tooth ahead of that one, and found that the decay had kind of spread into the inlay-tooth also. And so he just filled it, right up against the inlay. With a type of filling that does not bond with gold, so it just created a nice crack between the two materials. It should have gotten a crown at the time, instead of being filled. And he DIDN'T ASK OR TELL ME HE WAS DOING THAT AT ALL!
I'm relieved that it didn't do me any lasting damage, really, and it's only a little extra cost to clean up the mess and do the crown now instead of two years ago. But he didn't ask, didn't tell, didn't put it on the itemized bill I received, just did it and billed insurance. Here I was, feeling overly paranoid that I was thinking "what if he just does whatever he wants while I can't see what he's doing" and then come to find out, he had already done EXACTLY that!! Just... argh! That guy's lucky my big sister prefers life on the outside of prison walls, because she's phenomenally overprotective of me, she's highly skilled in martial arts, and "pissed as hell" is a massive understatement right now. And also, thanks again, everyone who encouraged me about that fiasco, and in everything else I've ever posted. I didn't realize how important community can be until I found myself welcomed into one.
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