Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tooth in Advertising
That's somebody's mouth over there. I don't know whose it is, it's certainly not mine.
But it's a nice mouth, so I lifted it off of some website to illustrate today's blog (I'm probably going to hell for this -- well, I'm probably going to hell anyway, but that's a whole different subject).
It's all about the new crown I got yesterday. I wrote about the crumbling frontal tooth about a month ago. It's taken three trips to the dentist to get the new crown molded and fitted.
It looks great.
It's gonna cost me Three Thousand Dollars. No, I'm not kidding. And I don't have dental. That's the going rate in New York City for a really fine piece of Chevres porcelin, molded and glazed to perfection and perfectly fitted over a titanium post.
I gotta find me a dentist in New Jersey.
I've been going to Jerry for the better part of three decades now. I feel almost disloyal for even thinking it. But I can't afford him anymore. 3g's for a crown is not outrageous for a Wall Streeter, but it's way out of the ballpark for a legal secretary.
I'll pay it and move on.
Boy, if there are two things an alcoholic hates, its a) Change and b) The Way Things Are.
Fortunately, pain has little memory (if it did, women would never have more than one baby), and probably by this time next year, I'll have forgotten all about the fiscal catastrophe caused by the tooth and I'll trudge back to Dr. Jerry when the NEXT tooth bites the dust.
Because one definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again in the hopes of achieving a different result.
And if there's one thing I am...
it's insane (but my teeth look FABULOUS!)