So, I went over and picked her up. Let her drive. We went and got her keys, filled my car up with gas (so glad it has gone down), and the tires with air. While I was driving over to her place I got a return call from the Family Health Care Dental place--which I'd never answer while I was driving. So Leah and I ended up talking about dentists and my dilemma.
Okay--here's the situation. I am on Medicare and have no coverage for dental (or eyedoctor)--so I haven't been for years. I have always had a lot of jaw/neck pain and headaches with the fibro for all these years. But while I was so sick I noticed more pain on my left lower side of my jaw--which makes no sense for teeth because they pulled my molar there and I have no tooth anymore. But I do remember I only had two of my wisdom teeth pulled--the other two never erupted--and when I had one of them pulled there was the tip of a hooked root left behind in the jawbone. But I can't remember where wisdom teeth were pulled and where they weren't, to be honest. So--I assume it is a tooth or a root tip gone bad in my jawbone--NICE! ???
I had called the number to the "poor people's" dentistry outfit in Fargo to ask about the possibility of making small payments. The receptionist never said anything either way when she left me a return message.
So--Leah calls her dentist's office to find out if they took payments on the uninsured. That receptionist recommended applying for this program called credit care (I think) that is just for health care for people who have no extra coverage. We applied online, but I was rejected.
By this time Dagan had arrived after work. Dagan and Leah have a friend who is now a dentist--so Dagan called him. I will need a surgical procedure because it is in the jaw, so I can make an appointment with on oral surgeon for X-rays, etc, to see what has to be done. And the oral surgeon IS covered by Medicare he said. So, now I have to find an oral surgeon.
I have had a series of very bad experiences with dentistry over the years. Just the thought of going in makes me queasy and scared, to be perfectly honest. I know they are not all bad, but I have an irrational fear of dentists, I guess. No matter--I have to go get this checked out and taken care of. *huge shuddery sigh* Knock me out!
Glad to see me, but she started beating up the packing paper (that had been in her stroller) a little to vent her "company" frustration. I have no pity for her. It is her choice to hide under the bed--hehe! No sympathy here.
So--that's the news from Fargo. Wish me luck.