I’ve been meaning to blog since Sunday (ugh, seriously?) but my “real” life pretty much exploded all over the place (in a good way, mostly) and I’ve been busy mopping up ever since. Seriously, I composed an entire blog entry in my head as I walked home from work yesterday, but by the time I got in the house, I was distracted by a million and one things. I didn’t even eat dinner until 9:45pm (whoa). That’s some Grade-A distraction there, folks.
The blog I wrote in my head was about how warm rain freaks me out, if you were wondering. Essentially, we’ve had a crap-ton of rain (scientific definition) since Monday, and I was expecting to freeze my buns off walking to the train to go to work, so I wore a jacket. However, the rain was warmer and so was the air. It was a little muggy and sauna-y outside as well, which TOTALLY THREW ME OFF. Most of the time, if there’s precipitation this far north, it’s only about 10 degrees away from turning into snow. (Celsius, that is. About 18 Fahrenheit for my American friends. THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, btw. I’m willing to do temperature conversions so you don’t have to. You’re welcome.) So warm, muggy weather is just bizarre to me.
There’s SO. MUCH. that I want to blog about, but some things need to stay private (for now). So instead I’ll describe and show to you exactly what $1700 in your face looks like:
(Also, how awesome is my dentist for being totally not freaked out by his patient asking to take a photo of the crown before it’s put into place? VERY is the answer you’re looking for. He’s the bomb.)
Having a gold tooth also made me feel vaguely like a pirate. Y’harr.
I had my crown put in on Tuesday, and didn’t even need to take any sedatives (unlike this visit). I’m glad that the crowning part of my dental work is done (for now) because oh my GOD are those suckers expensive. Honestly, you’re looking at $1700 in the palm of my dentist’s hand right now.
Lucky for me, my work insurance is awesome and will cover roughly half of that. So while it’s a financial hit to the wallet to try and cover the remaining it could be so much worse.
And as I said, there won’t be any more of these unless an emergency replacement is necessary. Otherwise, the next step in the journey of my mouth (haha) is to the surgeons office, where he’ll tell me all about how whack my jaw bone is, and how we should break that sucker to make it fit into place. Or at least, that’s what I assume the conversation will be like. I don’t know if anyone, never mind surgeons, still say “whack” (or is it “wack?”), so it’s probably a little off.
As I said, there’s so much more I want to talk about, but it’s not the time or place yet (but don’t worry, it’ll happen). I have a lot to look forward to in the next couple weeks, including a Firefly marathon with a total badass, a birthday party for a Twitter friend, more Blitz fitness tonight, and then my birthday next Friday! If you want to send presents, I wouldn’t turn them down.