Actually, Bosda, I think you should ask your Dentist about giving you a substantial discount for the misdiagnosis. He did, after all, make you waste money getting tested.
And, I may be mistaken, but what kind of Dentist can’t test to see if the damned tooth is alive? I though every one of them could do that?
You could have needed the root canal, and had it done.
You could have been lying in the chair, trying not to think about what was going on in your heavily Novocained mouth.
You could have listened to the drill whirr, smelled the smoke of vaporizing enamel, tried not to think about the dentist drilling into and extracting nerve tissue, been glad you were Novocained to the gills.
The dentist could have drilled past the anesthetized area into live – and I do mean live – nerve tissue.
The dentist could have scraped himself off the ceiling and hauled you back into the chair, picked up another hypodermic of Novocain, and informed you that he had to shoot more into you.
Into the center of the molar.
Into the quivering live nerve.
Have another root canal? No, thank you, just pull that sucker, please. :eek:
Poor Bosda. I haven’t been to see a dentist in 17 years. Surprise of surprises when my much neglected tooth crumbles under the extreme pressure of a raw mushroom. So I go to the dentist. I need a root canal. No, wait, not enough tooth left. I need a root extension. No, wait, I need a cleaning, then an extraction and bone graft. (This is 4 visits right there.) So I get the extraction.
Now let’s think about this – what sort of money would you pay to go to a hooker specializing in S&M? For her to put you in pain and humiliation for an hour? Couple hundred bucks, maybe? Or maybe you think you should be the one getting paid, right? Wrong. $500. For an hour’s work. And the priviledge of standing in line at CVS for another hour behind some Russian old man who doesn’t understand why he has no refills on 36 of his 102 prescriptions he’s trying to fill, but meanwhile you’re standing there drinking your own blood through the numbness that will wear off soon if you can only get your pain pills once that old Russian guy sweet talks the pharmacist into filling non-existant prescriptions but in the meantime you’e wearing Dracula’s own lipstck because Mistress Tourquamada stabbed you repeatedly in the gums with a rusty ice pick.
And then it’s back to Dr. Mengela’s lab the next week, where they make you bleed some more, then decide to “take pictures.” Do not believe this lie, folks. They make it sound as if you’re the New Elle McPherson doing an ad for designer French clothes. Bullshit. It’s a game of “Let’s stuff cardboard down your throat, try not to puke as we nuke your head repeatedly.”
And guess what? In a month and a half I get to pay them another $1300! Yea! Do you think if pay them and extra $2000 they might scoop out on of my eyeballs with a grapefruit spoon? 'Cause that would be keen!
Lucky. When that happened to me the dentist just kept drilling and yelling at me for crying.
Of course, this was after four or so shots of Novocain in the regular place with no numbing effect on the nerve. Maybe they decided they couldn’t safely inject more, but still…
:smack: