I am telling myself how lucky I am. Because you know – people have died of dental abscesses. So I am just downright fortunate that I live in a country where advanced dental treatments are available.
And that dentists are used to people not having dental insurance. And accept Mastercard, Visa, Amex – you name it. And hey! Lucky me! I have an Amex.
And also, how wonderfully blissfully lucky-luck-luck girl am I, that the endodontist was able to see me not next week as planned, but today! Today! Yes! In, like, half an hour, the nice, highly trained professional man will be available to take my *cough-gasp-choke* $1,200 and drill holes in my head to release the infection and reseal the roots of my tooth.
That’s right (I say to myself, firmly), I am one lucky person.
…for some bizarre reason…
I’m not feeling particularly lucky.
Actually? I'm feeling a little sickish. And abused. And really...downright un-lucky.
Hokay. Gotta go brush my teeth and take some Tylenol...and try harder to feel lucky.
Karma, we’re spreading it around
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