Yesterday
fflo made a comment appreciating that I was planning on enjoying the game win or lose. And I've thought about that ever since. I do. I like baseball. Win or lose. I actually prefer winning but losing mostly does not affect my enjoyment of the game. And yesterday, my pitcher did way better than expected so there was that. But, mainly, I just like baseball.
Yesterday I sent an email to the dentist using the generic 'inquiry' address off their website. I explained that I had broken my tooth and I was a massive dental phobic and that they might have my name on their books if their records go back generations. But, I asked for an appointment anyway. Whenever they could fit me in.
This morning I got the very nicest note at 7 fucking 30 am! Do I want the main dentist at 11 tomorrow or the newer one at 1 today? I picked today. Then I got another nice note asking if I had insurance stuff I could send, they'd get it into my record before I got there.
The tone in the notes is so kind and efficient. It makes me feel guilty for hating dentists. But, I still hate Humana. I cannot ascertain from their stupid website whether or not I even have coverage. I sure as hell am NOT going to call them.
The main dentist is Dr. Fidler who is the kind and gentle woman who helped me painlessly six years ago when I had a wire sticking into my jaw from an old filling. Her practice is called Fidler On The Tooth. Yeah, I can't stand it either. And they are in a part of town not easy to get to from here but it's worth the effort to me to go to a place that bares no dental grudges and is kind.
I know, I'm an adult - fuck, beyond adult - this should not be an issue. BUT OMG is it ever.
1 pm today. It's a good 20-30 minutes from here depending on traffic which can be brutal. It's very near the really good Metropolitan Market (fancy market chain) so maybe I'll go there before or after.
Regardless, between now and then I'll either be freaking out, trying not to freak out, deriding myself for freaking out, and just generally stressing about the whole thing.
BUT I know how lucky I am. Lucky my tooth doesn't hurt. Lucky the jagged edge hasn't shredded my tongue. Lucky I can still eat. Lucky this wonderful dentist office is so gracious about my stupidness. And lucky that, hopefully, this will all be fixed and in my rear view by 3 pm today.
Yesterday I sent an email to the dentist using the generic 'inquiry' address off their website. I explained that I had broken my tooth and I was a massive dental phobic and that they might have my name on their books if their records go back generations. But, I asked for an appointment anyway. Whenever they could fit me in.
This morning I got the very nicest note at 7 fucking 30 am! Do I want the main dentist at 11 tomorrow or the newer one at 1 today? I picked today. Then I got another nice note asking if I had insurance stuff I could send, they'd get it into my record before I got there.
The tone in the notes is so kind and efficient. It makes me feel guilty for hating dentists. But, I still hate Humana. I cannot ascertain from their stupid website whether or not I even have coverage. I sure as hell am NOT going to call them.
The main dentist is Dr. Fidler who is the kind and gentle woman who helped me painlessly six years ago when I had a wire sticking into my jaw from an old filling. Her practice is called Fidler On The Tooth. Yeah, I can't stand it either. And they are in a part of town not easy to get to from here but it's worth the effort to me to go to a place that bares no dental grudges and is kind.
I know, I'm an adult - fuck, beyond adult - this should not be an issue. BUT OMG is it ever.
1 pm today. It's a good 20-30 minutes from here depending on traffic which can be brutal. It's very near the really good Metropolitan Market (fancy market chain) so maybe I'll go there before or after.
Regardless, between now and then I'll either be freaking out, trying not to freak out, deriding myself for freaking out, and just generally stressing about the whole thing.
BUT I know how lucky I am. Lucky my tooth doesn't hurt. Lucky the jagged edge hasn't shredded my tongue. Lucky I can still eat. Lucky this wonderful dentist office is so gracious about my stupidness. And lucky that, hopefully, this will all be fixed and in my rear view by 3 pm today.
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