It started out with promise.
Our 3pm Monday doc appointment actually happened at 3pm. In fact, it happened at 2:50, just moments after we arrived in the waiting room. The visit only took about 10 minutes & everyone behaved.
This did seriously mess with my dinner plans, which were predicated on an hour wait to be taken back to the doc and a half hour visit, putting us driving across town smack in the middle of rush hour. But no, we were on the road by 3:30, sending us past the pizza place at 4:15 instead of closer to 6pm as I’d expected.
Cold pizza is still dinner though, so I called Monday a win.
Tuesday’s chiro visit went well also. Seems my insurance is allowing me a whopping 30 visits at their ‘specialist’ rates. Granted that is for the whole year but the guy thinks I’ll need less than half those to get my left side sorted. One treatment & the pain in my arm was gone. The jaw & neck issue not so much but I consider Tuesday a win as well.
Wednesday though… well, it all fell apart on Wednesday.
The horrible thing (a crown) and the appalling thing (paying a ginormous sum of money) both became necessary.
Oh they didn’t actually happen. That’s next month when they can fit in a 90 minute dental visit (and to give me time to auction my firstborn on ebay to pay for it).
This left me with an excess of adrenaline floating around my body as I was very worked up about the possibility of experiencing the horrible thing that very visit and was instead just given a quick patch over the sharp edges, only charged $80 and then sent on my way feeling queasy from the lack of terror.
The thing you have to understand about me & dental visits is it takes very little to make me cry in fear. Pretty much saying “The dentist will be in in a minute to take a look” is enough to do it. My dentist isn’t in the least bit scary either. She’s a very funny lady who understands how I get & works with it. She talked me through the whole procedure & my horror level has dropped from defcon 1 root canal level to only somewhat higher than a god I hate fillings general unhappiness. It helps knowing Smart Ass Sara has had it done without any meds & is still alive to talk about it.
Thursday did not improve much from Wednesday.
Sure, I didn’t need the new transmission filter. But. What I did need was new rotors & pads on my back brakes. The rotors were so thin they couldn’t be milled, they had to be replaced.
$519 and 5 hours later, my car will stop on a dime.
Which is about all that is left in our bank account.
I am hoping the universe sees all this and takes pity on me tomorrow and the tower will raise itself when cranked. If I am going to be stuck at home with no money for the next month or more, some decent internet speeds would sure be nice