basilmemories

So I never did go into detail of my second and third (and fourth and fifth) visits to the dentist’s cubicle, but let me sum up:

Visit 2: jackass effed up on the happy painkiller. Underwent the first part of a root canal without any anesthetic. The guy didn’t even put an ortho band on it to keep it stable. Thank god black_magician was there or I’m not quite sure how I would have felt afterwards.

Visit 3: went back and was told that he was “squeezing me in” all these times because I was an emergency case. I gave him a good slice of what had happened to me, how long this shit has been going on, and how much anxiety I’ve been in/work I’ve missed. He (sorta) apologized and put an ortho band on, with the promise that on his normal day off he would see me and do the entire procedure. The crown I’d need to do with the downstairs boys. He also prescribes vicodin, which I hear is good shit; that is if I had gotten it in time before my next visit.

Visit 4: no vicodin, but it went well anyway. Apparently searing rubber smells a little like cinnamon and nutmeg, who knew? Basil loev their library. There’s only a small section of things not medical journals, but it’s all old awesome books. Also it’s been like, what three posts about my surgeries? Where the hell is all the pity swag? I’d demand lip-gloss but I hate the stuff. Give me tea damnit and a laptop!

Visit five/six: cramming this into one bit because they both were short. Got seen as a “new patent” visit, advised not to get dental insurance because I might have to see a dentist in the providers’ roster. My answer, “so far I’ve spent over fifteen hundred dollars just to get this shit fixed and I still have more work to do. I make a thou a month and half of it goes to help my mom pay off her income tax, with some of it also going to cover my transportation fees. Most of that fifteen hundred I mentioned? I loaned it from friends, and they want me to pay them back soon. So. Do you have a list of insurance agents who have accepted you before?” but give a bitchy question and get a bitchy answer and she just told me to ask whatever provider I’m interested in myself. My mouth has four (hopefully) small cavities; I also have impacted wisdom teeth. I told them that if I can live with it, I don’t want them out. Also got a full-mouth x-ray and next Monday I see my dentist again (oh joy; he’s a first-year who can’t see me on Fridays. I’m so thrilled). Lets hope this doesn’t drag out for another three months, because I’m going to be pissed if this keeps me from going to Yaoi-con.

Or, how Basil is desperate and almost doesn’t care about the cancer.

I managed to call the appointment office back, and by that I mean I got shuffled around for a fucking hour until I got the person who makes appointments for one of the clinics. He told me, “yeah tooth pain and a metallic taste near the hole, that’s an emergency” the rest of the conversation went like this:

“Okay, so no appointment needed for an emergency, which is good. Uh how much does it cost?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Not even a ballpark figure”
“Nope”
“…okay here’s the deal, I’m in pain like you wouldn’t believe, and I have to wait until payday anyway to go in because you guys don’t do payment plans. I make about five-hundred dollars a paycheck. Will a cap or a root canal cost less or more then five-hundred dollars?”
“*long suffering sigh, clearly this man is so overburdened by his job* basic costs are 30 for dental exams, and 60-120 for basic treatments. But that’s our place, and I don’t know about them.”
“Thank you. (That was almost helpful)”

in short, the emergency place can make a temporary cap and start a root canal, but not finish it. But since it’s the best thing to get my tooth out of immediate danger, I guess that’s what I need to do. Apparently I can make an appointment for a full consultation after (hopefully by then I can get insurance).

As for dates/times, I’m looking to get paid at 10:30 on Fri, deposit le money, and get into sf by 1pm, beg to get seen, and then go home as soon as they finish boring holes in my skull… or go to some place to cheer myself up if I can’t afford what they need to do.

So yeah, uh ryuu? I might take you up on that offer, where the hell is 707 parnassus ave anyway? The transit planner has me going to a place that I have no clue about.