One Of 'Those' Days

You know the one I'm talking about. It's a day where you want to run screaming while tearing out chunks of your hair, where you're driving down Main Street and you just want to run over everyone in your path, where you just want to keep driving instead of going home or where you just stand there, looking up at the sky with a feeling of defeat, shrugging your shoulders and saying "I give up." Yea, you've had one of 'those' days before and you can relate can't you? Lately it feels like mine has been extending over a period of two weeks instead of one day :o(

The real clincher happened yesterday and seeing that it was April Fool's Day, I was hoping against all hope that it was just that, an April Fool's joke. Nope, it was real :o( Remember that abscess that I have been dealing with? Well yesterday was my follow up appointment with the specialist. Since I saw him the last time, that tiny piece of cement came out but the abscess has remained, although 'much' better than it had been. An hour before my appointment I topped up on Amoxicillin for my heart and I was ready to go.

When I got in the chair, the nerves started, although they weren't too bad considering I had already met Dr. B and liked him very much. Once he took a look at the abscess, and knew I was medicated, he decided to insert a tube/wire/thread thing through the hole of the abscess and then take an x-ray. All I can say is I'm glad it was done this time and not the time before because they definitely would have had to peel me off the ceiling! That was not a pleasant experience.

It was definitely a shocker to see the x-ray because that tube/wire/thread thing went all the way up past the end of the root canal! Do I have you squirming in your seat? LOL! The verdict? I was down to three choices now. One, surgery. Two, another root canal. Three, take out the tooth. Those are great choices aren't they? Three was definitely out and two would have been my first choice BUT he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to get deep enough to clean out the infected area. So, realistically, option one was his favourite but not mine. I was shaking so bad in the chair that he even commented on it. Remember, I HATE the dentist.

That should have been the LEAST of my worries. Before I left, I got them to print off the first two options and the cost that we would be looking at. Are you sitting down? The surgery alone is $1372. Gulp! Luckily, and I say this loosely, we are partially covered so we would only have to come up with $730 of that. Did I mention that LTD was on my ass again? Did I also mention that I also owe $1100 in income tax this year? And that amount is actually 'lower' than the original thanks to Faith Ann. I could just hug her for telling me about a new exception :o)

So now I find myself not only scared to DEATH over what would be a simple surgery for some but I also have a HUGE anger welling up inside that I shouldn't even have to be in this situation in the first place. If my dentist had done her job and done it properly, it should have ended there. And to think that I had to 'insist' on being referred to Dr. B makes me even angrier because she felt that there was no need for this referral. In other words, she wasn't taking my issue seriously. So, I'm not only majorly stressed but I also have to come up with even MORE money to fix a problem that was 'supposedly' already fixed.

I'm sorry for such a lengthy and whiny post. Normally I try to avoid such a thing but it was good to get this all out in writing rather than popping my top. Do I feel better now? Not really but at least there is a little steam escaping from my ears ;o)