Sunday, July 22, 2007
The Six Thousand Dollar Man
This is the front part of my top left molar, 3rd from the back. It came out last night during a lovely dinner at a new restaurant here in lower Park Slope/upper Sunset Park/east Windsor Terrace. I think the filling came out first (swallowed it?) and then the front part of the molar just snapped away right in a tasty mouthful of my buttermilk-fried chicken.
Damn!
It certainly wasn't the chef's doing (although the chicken not being entirely done falls squarely into his lap!) and it wasn't even like I was chewing gum or crushing ice (which I have a tendency to do, just like my Dad). It just cracked and fell out.
So let's think about this. In the past six weeks, I have need for:
- New sciatic nerve
- New stomach
- New tooth
Total cost to fix me, including the insurance covered expenses (HIP sucks), is probably up around the $6k mark.
But I am not necessarily better. I am not necessarily stronger. I definitely can't run faster.
Steve Austin, I ain't.
Things happen in threes, so perhaps I’m done now.
Off to the dentist…
ps - the texture behind the tooth parts is what moleskin looks like magnified and scanned. Pretty cool, hunh?
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3 comments:
Bionic is so cool...everyone loves robots.
xo a
Chicken with a crunch, eh?
Good thing you didn't swallow :o)
I can relate, maybe not to the severity of what you just experienced, but I started to think I'm falling apart as well on the brink of my 37th birthday. I ended up with 6 stitches in my finger (the same finger I butchered around Dirty) and a crown on one of my molars just last week.
Hang in there, but not to the point of pulling a muscle ;)
Poor Jamsey...you are worth every one of those 6000 dollars and then some.
I think enough is enough- time for the healthy phase.
: )
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