My Teeth and Me

I went to the dentist today and a remarkable thing happened: my teeth went with me. I was relieved to discover them in my mouth when I arrived at the dentist because, given how little my former insurance company covered for dental care, I had begun to think my teeth were quite independent of me. And, following my insurer’s lead, it also seemed that I didn’t need my teeth either. So there. I can gum my food. People have done it for centuries.

So why was it then, that I was paying $300 per month for medical and dental when my insurance company would pay only a fraction of the cost for restorative dental work? Good question. I dumped the plan, and today, went to a dental school in Boston to see if they could offer me a reduced price on a crown. Sure, they may screw up and extract the tooth instead, but at least I’ll have further proof that my teeth are actually affixed to my body and that I need them more than they need me.