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The Hidden Treasure

Walking out into the fresh air, I was relieved. No payment due today. Just able to walk in and get my new shiny crown, and be done in about 20 minutes. Well, at least I don't have dentures yet, although I'm beginning to think they would be much easier to care and maintain. I just don't get it. I do my best to be a healthy individual, I don't eat sugary, sticky foods, I brush and floss, 3 times on most days, and still it always seems that there is work to be done to repair my aging teeth. Is it me or the dentist?
Certainly, we need medical reform, but I wonder what about dental reform? I have insurance, even now have a high paying PPO, and yet it seems I can never walk in and have just a regular appointment without there being needed "more work that isn't covered" on my plan. When I started with my present dentist, all I wanted was a cleaning. But after x-rays of every single tooth, snapshots of my bite and face, I was told I would have to come back for a "special deep cleaning one, not covered", of course. When I went, at first my dentist thought she only had to clean half of my mouth (2 quadrants) because that was "all allowed by insurance." Thankfully, that was clarified and she proceeded. But whoever heard of having "half a dental cleaning at a time?" Just when I think that I am all caught up on having on-lays or a crown replaced, I'm told that there are small micro fractures with other teeth, and that will mean more crowns. When does it ever stop, when will I hear "no cavities, good check-up?" At least my dentist offers coupon deals, she must know with that I will eventually respond. But to be honest I am tired of donating to the sinking treasure in my teeth . . .

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