So, initially, I was going to reply, about the crown on a root canal, "me, too!" Popped one off a few weeks back, and I've got it stored in a wee jar, to take to the dentist, sometime soon.
But then, a few days ago, I managed to do
something (as yet unknown) to my originally-$6K (USD!) Bridge. I literally can't bring myself to go to the dentist (we don't still have dental insurance, a topic I can't discuss here) to find out what it will cost? It's loose, or ...something.
But
why, you ask? Why sweat small(ish) costs (hopefully) compared to the original price of the bridge?
Well, let's see how Sunday went: midday, there I was, minding my own business, when my spouse came to find me and asked me "what on earth did you put in the toilet?" (This is never a good start to a conversation, by the way, for those of you wondering.)
And sure as cr*p, the toilet in the guest/hall bath was starting to back up. Mother of ***. But wait...there's more! That wasn't the only victim.
We have a septic tank, right? The joys of rural living? The bl**dy septic is backing up...into my house. Into the shower floors, into the tubs, into the toilets. Suffice to say, that wasn't fun.
Something went amiss with the field line (the line that runs from your home, to the tank, carrying the effluvia, right?). So, we end up calling a plumber/septic guy, on an emergency basis ($$$$), and now, he's saying that he THINKS that the field line is collapsed, or party collapsed. And for a mere $2 Thou, give or take, hey! It can be fixed.
The joy of raw sewage backing up into your house just cannot be overstated. I was crippled most of yesterday, from scrubbing and mopping and scrubbing and mopping some more, and so on.
Boggeration!!!!
Hitch