I’ve got a shiny new crown today. Look- see it back there? No- waaaaaay back in the back. AAAAHHHHHH. Yep that’s it.
Anyway, let’s talk about dentists. For the longest time I had a dentist who would spray my gums with a topical anesthetic before sticking me with his harpoon. This new dentist must think I’m a big weenie because I asked why he didn’t do the same.
“Bah! You won’t even feel this.” He actually said that with a straight face. Of course I did feel it, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. He pressed his thumb into my gums and apparently that squelched the sensation of any pain from the knitting needle-sized syringe.
Unfortunately, I don’t succumb readily to novocaine, so he had to reload and stick me with an even bigger needle. Even after the 2nd injection I still felt him drilling. It was barely tolerable, but I decided to tough it out rather than ask for a third shot, for which he probably would have used a stainless steel-tipped turkey baster.
What does your dentist do?
My next complaint: The cost of this crown came to $1095.00. My last dentist would have patted me on the head and just sent me home, numb-faced and drooling. Their customary proceedure was to send the insurance company a bill and whatever they didn’t pay would be my responsibility. So maybe a month later, I would get a bill from the dentist saying that insurance paid 80%, and now would I please kindly cough up the balance.
Here’s how my new dentist handled the situation:
As soon as it was obvious that a crown was needed (he had already drilled deeply enough to see that a simple filling wouldn’t suffice), he put his tools down on my chest (on that little drool bib) and asked if he could see my insurance card!
So I fumbled around in my back pocket (no easy task when you’re lying in that chair with a battery of sharp poking instruments on your chest) and managed to get my wallet out. After pulling out every single card, located my DMO card and handed it to him. He looked at it, furrowed his brow, and said “Your part is going to be $495.00- is that okay?”
Now remember the situation: I am confined to an iron maiden-style dental examination chair with tubes draped over me, trying to balance the sharp picks sitting on my drool bib, a freshly-drilled hole in my molar, half of my face is half-numb and there is this suction device in my mouth going SSSSSSPHPHphhhhhhxxxckkkssBBBLSSSpppppsssssshhhhckkkssssPLBTHtsss trying to such up every molecule of saliva that my mouth tries to manufacture.
And in this position am I supposed to say no, $495.00 is not okay??
But this story has a happy ending right? Oh please try not to be such a knucklehead, no there is no happy ending.
I was finally released from the chair, and shown to the billing coordinator. HUH?? Billing coordinator? She looked at me, glanced down at my chart and said “$495.00, please.” She said that with a straight face, too. I think all medical professionals have to take a course in college that teaches them how to say ridiculous things to their patients without laughing.
The right half of my face showed my natural reaction of shock and horror (the left side, still under the influence of the novocaine, just continued to hang freely off the edge of my jawbone, swaying in the breeze). Does she expect me to fish out $500 from my wallet? Do people normally carry around hundreds of dollars of “just in case I get a crown today” money?
I told her what I was accustomed to from my previous dentist (bill the insurance company and then I’ll fork over whatever they don’t pay), and she eyed me suspiciously as if I was going to suddenly try to make a break for the door.
She explained how they already knew what the insurance would pay, and that they fully expected me to come up with the balance right now. I had visions of them dragging me back to the Chair of Delight and undoing all of the work they just did, so I gave in and handed over my check card.
Of course by now, the religious people of the Straight Dope all know about god’s love of practical jokes. God decided to have my check card declined. Ah, but then I figured it out! There is a daily spending limit of $300.00 on my card! HA! Take THAT, God!
For the balance of $195.00 they were kind enough to let me walk out with only a stern reprimand and promise that I would put a check in the mail as soon as I got home.
It almost makes me want to screw them out of the $195 and change dentists. But I know better. He probably left a little mark on my crown indicating what my balance is, or that I’m a trouble maker when it comes to paying my part of the bill. The next dentist that saw that mark wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot gum probe.
So, how evil is your dentist?