Dental tales

I just finished getting my third cavity filled at my local dentist’s office, who I just love but who won’t take credit cards. So when her daughter (also a dentist) asked me today about getting a crown, I said nope, can’t afford it. (I never understood why so many people get dentures, but the older I get, the more obvious it is).

Just for curiosity’s sake, I asked what it cost now. The price she quoted was double what I paid the last time I got a crown, after my mother died in 2009, and I used most of the small sum she left me on playing catch-up with my teeth. Back then, I think it was a few thousand. Jesus.) Let’s not forget that Hillary Clinton’s insistence on her plan covering dental was why so many monied interests hated her. Because dentistry is a fucking license to print money.

If I ever have a sum to spare, I’ll head to Costa Rica and get it done there instead.

Sigh. I also probably have Sjogren’s syndrome, yet ANOTHER autoimmune syndrome to add to the bunch, although the preliminary tests were ambiguous. Waiting for more tests. Also have burning mouth syndrome, which is even more fun. The roof of my palate is peeling all the time, and my tongue looks burned — probably because almost anything I eat hurts my mouth. I mean, you wouldn’t believe.

I assume this stuff is all part of long Covid, but who knows?