I freely admit it's my own fault.
I went to the dentist today to get my teeth cleaned and have a check-up. I have more than a little dental phobia so I do not go to the dentist as often as I should. I also cannot afford the outrageous out-of-pocket expenses very often so in between visits, I'm saving up to be able to pay for the next time that I go.
When I was younger, this was not so bad - a filling or two - no big deal. Now that I'm a little older, the price has gone up - shockingly.
When I was little, we lived in a house that had well water which meant there was no flouride in it. I also had a mom that did not believe in flouride toothpaste, apparently believing it to be poisonous or the work of the devil, but anyway, it was not used. Ditto on the vitamins with flouride.
The end result is a lot of dental work. And a lot of cash. How much cash, you ask? I really don't know. Apparently, the total is so enormous that the billing girl needed additional time to figure it out and will email me an estimate. I'm a little afraid to see what it says.
In other news, I've been spending a lot of time working in the garden. I know what you're thinking: what's this? Roadchick gardening? Are they snowmobiling in hell these days?
Yes, it's true. It started out innocently enough with three tomato plants that were given to Redneck. They were planted in the ground. Then it seemed like a good idea to get some squash and zucchini and cucumbers. Those were planted in the ground. Then I needed some flowers for the pots on the deck and for the windowboxes on the shed. . . and then there was a sale at Lowe's over the weekend . . . . and now I have a "gothic" garden on one side of my porch steps, complete with a gargoyle that Redneck brought home on Saturday afternoon.
Is anyone else just exhausted today? I think the dentist's office took it out of me and it didn't help that it was the monthly birthday pizza party at my office, complete with cake. I think I've got a carb overload going on but I could just put my head down and sleep.
Only one more hour and I can go home. Just lately, it's my favorite place to be.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Posted by Roadchick at 2:55 PM