A week or so ago, Peeper said, “My tooth feels funny.” I thought for a moment that she might have a wiggler, but no, one of her caps had fallen off. Again.
She was scheduled for her check-up next month, but we didn’t want to wait that long to get it fixed, so we made an earlier appointment. When I called, I found out that our beloved dentist was leaving the practice, so we had to see the other guy. He’s no Dr. C, but he was fine.
And Peeper was just fine, with no cavities at all (we went ahead and did the checkup) but she still has a missing cap, because it seems that we replaced it last September, and insurance won’t pay until it’s been a year. So, maybe we’ll go back then, or maybe we’ll just let it go. She’s almost six years old, everybody’s a bit snaggle-toothed at this age, and she’s going to be losing it in the next year or two, anyway.
I sure wish they’d checked on that insurance thing before we drove an hour to the appointment, though.