The Music in My Mind

Wow...that sounds like it should be in a musical somewhere...oh wait...that's "The Movie in My Mind" from Miss Sa.gon...rats...oh well...

At any rate...all day long, I've had this soundtrack in my head, and for some reason, it started out this morning as the theme song from Mission I.mpossible...that never bodes well right?

Well...I can't really pull up any names of real songs, but suffice it to say that I've had everything from 007-esque daring-do background to the song that they always play when the clowns at the circus come one...

We went from gorgeous (ridiculously so) weather to 2 inches of snow, back to sunshine and crazy fast melting in less than 24 hours. Yesterday, I was running my errand without a jacket, and before dinnertime, it was snowing. Hard. Big, fluffy flakes. By bedtime we had about 1 inch, under which was lots and lots of slippery ice from where the first 3 hours worth of snow had NOT actually stuck to the roads and sidewalks.

We got up this morning to 2 inches (give or take), a crunchy layer of ice crystals underneath, and a wicked sharp sunrise...with the air so brittle you'd swear it was going to shatter with the sound of anything heavier than a sneeze...we headed to the dentist (more on that later), in the same car, with the kids. My appointment was at 8. BB's was at 9. We didn't leave the office until almost 11. For routine cleanings people...OY!

So, we decided to drive together because we had to go to a different city, and the road between here and there is notoriously treacherous in weather like we had this morning. We got there early, as CDOT had actually put down the de-icer and it worked! We sat there for 35 minutes before they called us back, which already perturbed me, because we were the 1st and 2nd appointment for that hygenist, and she was there, and the doctor was there...so what were we waiting for???? Apparently she had to spin the dental floss, make the tooth polish, and sharpen the scrapey things...

Anyway...I was cleaned, polished, flossed, and rinsed in about 20 minutes (which is about 18 minutes too long in my book), and then sat waiting for the doctor for another 15. In walked the dentist, which was not the dentist that I had seen 6 months prior...who was also not the dentist 6 months prior to that. I guess dentists for that office are sort of like socks in the dryer...but, I digress.

The doctor poked, prodded, manipulated my lips in ways I am positive they should not have been stretched and pushed. I will say that he was gentle (it didn't hurt, just felt weird), and that he talked to me the whole time, explaining what he was doing, what he was looking for and the like. He complimented me on my nice teeth, asked if I'd had braces at any point, and then announced to the hygenist "put a watch on 3, 14 and 13, and she has an acclusion on 2 and 15. She'll need to schedule those soon" and said to me "sorry about that...you've got some really little sticky spots on a couple of teeth, we'll need to fill those".

BLAST! I pride myself on the fact that until just prior to Captain Chaos' embryonic stage, I had only had 2 cavities. Ever. In my life. In my baby teeth. When I was 10. They fell out like 8 weeks after my parents paid for the fillings. And then, just before we found out we were pregnant with the Captain, I found out I had a cavity. He was 6 months old before I could get in to get it filled. The, my check-up/cleaning in the fall prior to Tiny Princess' birth I was told by one doctor that I should have some cavities filled. When I went back in the spring after she was nursing, nothing was said. Last fall, nothing was said.

I wonder that the diagnoses of cavities can be so subjective...I mean...don't you think that there's some level of "this is definitely a cavity" versus "well, each dentist is going to diagnose decay a little differently"??!?!?!

And then, before we left, the receptionist proudly hands me an estimate for my fillings, and our out of pocket is going to be over $200.

I am going to call them, and ask them what I'd have to pay if I had no insurance. Just out of curiosity.

Well, the "Brusha Brusha Brusha" song just rolled up on my mental playlist, and I'm sitting here nursing a Diet Dr. P.epper, so I'll suck that down, and go brush away the ickies, in hopes that I can keep that "watch" on those 3 teeth at a watch level for another 18 months or so.

I hate nova.caine!