The ever-growing Mump

I went to the dentist today.  The nurse was a bit shocked acting about the size of the abcess.  She kept saying, "Bless your heart."  Bless my damn tooth, lady, the hearts fine!  She took an Xray and told me it'd be a few minutes while it developed, or whatever, then offered me a magazine.  I didn't feel like reading, so I didn't grab one.  She shook her head and said, "Bless your heart."

The Dentist came in and said, "I don't think I need to, by the look of the Xray, but can I take a look at your tooth?"  He did, and then looked up at the nurse lady (whatever you call those cleaning people) and said, "I want her in to the surgeon TODAY to get this out."  Then he wrote a prescription for Vicodin and a super-strong antibiotic, telling me to take 2 of the antibiotics as soon as I pick them up, then one tonight, and 4 a day until gone.  Vicodin doesn't mess with me like Darvocet, so I was able to take one as I went back to work, after the appointment.

The office goon lady called the surgeons office to find that he was gone today, would Thursday be OK?  Dentist mumbled a few words, then took the phone from her and told them, "She HAS to get this done now.  Get her in first thing in the morning." and handed the phone back to office goon.  Tomorrow at 9:30, I'll be under the knife.

Dental insurance will NOT pay for it.  Kevin's employer made a choice (to save money, no doubt) to not cover major procedures.  Surgery is major.  The lady at the insurance company was real sweet, though, and suggested I contact my medical insurance provider, just to check.  I did, and that surgeon *IS* on the network.

BUT (there's always a "but") the cost of this will still be out-of-pocket, since it will be $10 less than our deductible.  Crap.  Oh well, it's gonna be about $140, which beats the heck out of the $500+ that the other surgeon was gonna charge.  Dental insurance will cover the local anasthetic (yeah, local, bleah) and any needed Xrays, but not the procedure.  Medical will pick up the procedure as our deductible, so the rest of the year will be covered for me.

Dang, what a mess.  Kevin has to take me, and drive me home.  Not sure why, since they aren't knocking me out, but he insists on following their orders.  Is he becoming a conformist?  Nah, probably wants some time off work.  ROFL, just kidding.  He's worried about me.  He can bring me home with some Soup-at-Hand (love that stuff) and I'll be fine.

I hope I sleep past 3:30 tomorrow.  6:00 wouldn't be too late for me!  I think what happens is:  I roll over onto that side at night, and the pressure/pain wakes me up.  By the time I get resituated and settled, I'm too awake to nod off.  Oh well, here's to trying!