Dental care is really a big deal. There was a Fronline recently that was shocking, but then I just met someone who works in oral health for the city, and she was not at all shocked.

I have to decide what to do about moving my doctor and dentist, given my move and also insurance changes.

Kat, mine is catch up from over a decade of avoidance as my teeth went from bombproof my first 2 decades to utter shit in the period of about 2 years. I suspect a hormone or other chemistry change.

But the last 5ish years, I've been On A Plan. I nerved up and they made a plan. There was a horrific amount of repair work to deterioration, several crowns. And then the warning that the non-crown work on the 4 (2 now crowned, 2 to go) would eventually need crowns, but this would hold for a while, which was just as well given I probably had to drop close to $8+K over a couple years for the initial work.

They did point out that I probably would have ended up with the same set of hardware had I been all preventative and shit. It wasn't cavities so much as just the damned teeth cracking and failing, with no signs of grinding or clenching. They marvel that my canines forward are just fine. And how unreliable those to the rear are.

mine is the result of my own laziness and phobia about dentistry.

Yeah, this is me. Although apparently the tooth that recently got pulled was cracked most likely from tooth grinding (what, *me,* stressed?). Which makes me feel better that it wasn't sheer neglect that caused it.

Although I suppose if I had gone to the dentist every 6 months for my whole adult life, they might have noticed signs of tooth grinding and hooked me up with a night guard.

But...yeah. I would like to be done with dental work, but I won't be done until next year. A large part of that is because the zombie bone graft has to...grow? Reanimate? I think it's supposed to fill in my bone and also stimulate growth of new bone. Anyway, it won't be ready for the Ridiculously Expensive Implant until some time in December, and at that point, I'm going to put it off until after the holidays, because I really don't want to be recovering from that at Christmas.

Yeah, I ought to write my dentist a mash note. I love the whole office.

Oh my god, my new dentist. I love him so much, and his staff, too. Did I mention they sent me a personalized coffee mug as a thank you for joining their practice? With, like, cartoon drawings of the staff on one side, and "Welcome, Stephanie [last name]" on the back? (I really don't like personalized stuff like that, but it was still mind-blowing to get this little package at work from my damn DENTIST.)

I want to use the mug to whack my old, lousy dentist over the head.

My bad dream last night consisted of a bunch of faux "facts" that were true in the dream world. Like Neil Armstrong smuggled a gun to the moon, and that is how he forced Buzz Aldrin to let him be the first to walk on the moon. That sort of thing - pissing on everything I respected. I have been kind of down all day from the after affects. I think I prefer conventional nightmares with fire and falling and things with too many teeth.

Kat, that would suck a lot. I hope she gets to keep her job!

So glad the site is back. Thanks Tom!

And Kat, sending much job~ma to K and a firm clue-by-four for her principal.

At urgent care. Now bob bob might have a broken wrist. Killin' it!

People! Stop breaking bones!

no shit.

Oh no, bob bob!