There it is -

[kyburg]

My mother admitted to me once that the one thing she hated buying, more than anything else, was insurance. Period.

We were always insured, though. We even carried AAA memberships. That did not mean Mom liked paying for them.

I think I've discovered the Thing I hate buying, most of all.

I hate paying the dentist. I hate paying the dentist thousands above what my insurance coverage allows.

All you have to do is remind me of where money I'd like to spend on Fun Things is going - and if it's someplace that is in working order, no problems to speak of and so on?

Yeah, I'm a little cheesed. I think my favorite was the two crowns my dentist first mentioned that I needed soon - in August of 2008. Uh, so far? Right.

And today, they insisted I ship out to a referral for periodontal scaling, because they just can't get the work they say I need done fast enough. Scheduling and all that.

*grump* I wore braces for two and a half years, I know how much fun the dentist isn't. I was on pain relief every four hours for two and a half years. And now they want me to pay a whole lotta of money for - get this - pain and suffering I've managed to avoid for nearly five years with no noticeable consequences.

*kicks can* I'm calling the referral and making appointments, but if they want a new car for it, I'm passing. "Terrible things will happen to you!"

Terrible things CAN happen to me. At this point, I'm really not impressed.

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[feyandstrange.livejournal.com]

I feel you. I've actually got enamel damage from my many years of braces, am facing gum surgery if I ever get insurance again, and my Mom is calling me weekly to swear at how much she just had to pay the dentist and surgeon and so on for her implants. And my poor Mom - who is due to have her cataracts taken out in a month, which got pushed back partly due to funerals and dental costs - just scraped the fender of a dentist's wife's car in the parking lot. Dentist's wife is having a hissy fit over this minor scratch. (You know those scratches that any sensible old car would have buffed out of the chrome bumper, and that modern cars require a whole new bumper for? Yeah.) (Fortunately it's the other dentist rather than Mom's dentist, his partner.) Mom, who has never had to make a car insurance claim in her entire life, is mortified and annoyed. Fortunately her car insurance guy is taking care of the hissy fit for her, but I'm certainly in a dentist-kicking mood.

And so not in the mood to hear about the terrible things that will happen to me. Hi, I'm already in a fucking wheelchair, think my gum health is my first priority? Right.