crappy british teeth Archives - One Hundred Dollars a Month

All I Want for Christmas is My Two Back Teeth

The links in the post below may be affiliate links. Read the full disclosure
By Mavis Butterfield on December 23, 2015 · 26 Comments

My hopes of starting 2016 off with no major dental work were dashed about 5 weeks ago when I was eating a Ritz cracker. I had bit down on something hard and crumbly and it didn’t taste like a Ritz cracker whatsoever.

It was the back tooth {part of it anyway} in the lower left part of my mouth. So. Going into yesterday’s dental cleaning I knew I’d be making an appointment to get a shiny new crown in January and would likely be maxing out my dental benefits at the start of the new year.

But, as luck would have it, when my super sweet dental hygienist was about 95% done cleaning my teeth, I heard a very muffled “Oh….. Hold Still…. Don’t swallow.”

Then she got her little suction tool out and went hunting for treasure.

“Well. Thank you. Merry Christmas to me.” I said when she was done . I had tears in my eyes {because I was laughing so hard.}

“I’m going to get the Doctor.”

Yada yada yada… the dentist had warned me on my last visit I had a tooth that was going to need to be repaired soon. But, since I had just shelled out big bucks for 3 crowns over the summer…. we decided to take a wait and see approach. The hygienist, didn’t know that.

And probably thought I was high on housewife crack because I found it was hilarious that I now had 2 broken teeth.

So. Not only do I get to start January off with maxing out my dental plan… I also get to drop another $1,406.00 into the bottomless money pit I like to refer to as my Crappy British Teeth.

January. It’s going to be AWESOME. Just you wait and see.

~Mavis

More Crappy British teeth stories.

This post may contain affiliate links. These affiliate links help support this site. For more information, please see my disclosure policy. Thank you for supporting One Hundred Dollars a Month.

A Few Random Pictures From the Last 24 Hours…

The links in the post below may be affiliate links. Read the full disclosure
By Mavis Butterfield on January 22, 2014 · 43 Comments

Dear Crappy British Teeth, I hate you.

As if having 3 holes in my mouth wasn’t bad enough, I now have a chipped front tooth. Awesome. At what point dear teeth are you just going to all fall out and laugh at me from the pavement?

Truth be told I’m afraid to take Lucy Puggle to obedience school. I don’t want to crush her fun loving spirit. She’s a total stinker, but she’s also the best thing that has happened to us in a long time and we love every bit of her. Even when she’s naughty.

Why scrub the deck when you can use a pressure washer instead and save your back?

Our duo of roosters have found their vocal cords. Good times. If they know what’s good for them they’ll stop singing and pull out their tail feathers so they’ll fit in a little better.

Black Fatty is not amused with them one bit.

Nothing says classy like a mattress on the back porch. 😉

So what’s new with you? And what do you think I should do about my stupid teeth?

~Mavis

This post may contain affiliate links. These affiliate links help support this site. For more information, please see my disclosure policy. Thank you for supporting One Hundred Dollars a Month.

Mavis and the Case of the Crappy British Teeth Part 2

The links in the post below may be affiliate links. Read the full disclosure
By Mavis Butterfield on November 20, 2013 · 23 Comments

Yesterday, I went back to the Oral Surgeon for a checkup and to scheduled my next appointment.

Back in August I had 2 baby teeth removed {they were old and decaying, and practically falling out of my head} and now that my mouth has healed, it’s time for the next step.

You know, the one where he drills holes in my jaw and twists titanium screws into my jaw bone.

Essentially, for the price of of a nice used car, I’m going to get 3 screws in my mouth.

Right before Christmas.

Did I mention the teeth come later? Yes, yes they do. Apparently it’s just not cool enough to walk around with 3 missing teeth. Now I’ll get to walk around with 3 holes plus some screws popping up for a few months until my mouth has healed and is ready for actual {fake} teeth.

As with anything, there are pros and cons.

Pros

I’ll be medicated for the holidays. 😉
I’ll be forced to stay in my pajamas for a few days. Which of course means I’ll do nothing but nap and watch movies and text family members who are in the next room to bring me ice cream and chicken noodle soup.
I’ll be too weak to cook or clean or even do laundry. {Okay, so maybe this will take a little acting, but I’ll make it work}.

Cons

I won’t be able to eat any ham for Christmas dinner. Just soft stuff like mashed potatoes, gravy and jello.
I won’t be able to drink any decaf tea for 7 days prior to surgery. {Tea is a natural blood thinner}
The medication will run out and I won’t have anymore.

That’s all I can think of for now, but if you come up with anymore things to add to the PRO side, let me know. I like to keep it upbeat around here. 🙂

Have a great day everyone,

~Mavis

More Crappy British Teeth Stories

This post may contain affiliate links. These affiliate links help support this site. For more information, please see my disclosure policy. Thank you for supporting One Hundred Dollars a Month.

Excuse Me, But Does Your Husband Have Any Heart Problems?

The links in the post below may be affiliate links. Read the full disclosure
By Mavis Butterfield on August 20, 2013 · 22 Comments

I have to make this snappy because I just took a handful of pain meds and I only have a good 20 minutes to type this up before I fall back to sleep. And 10 of those minutes will be hitting the backspace button trying to correct mis-typed {?} words. At least the ones that are underlined in red.

If you thought I was verbally incontinent before, you should really watch out when I’m hopped up on meds because we all know I will never get a gold star in the grammar department. And yes, that is a cup of DECAF tea. 😉

Okay, so where should I start?

So yesterday the HH took me to the oral surgeon so I could get my crappy British teeth pulled and to get some cow {?} bone screwed into my jaw. No biggie right? Well as soon as they gave me a Valium {which I didn’t think I really needed} they had the HH pay for the surgery, get my medication scrips and went over a few after care directions with him while I sat down and read back issues of People Magazine in the lobby.

Next thing I know I’m in the dental chair staring up at the giant screen looking at images of my teeth and the whole time I kept thinking I was in the middle of a Bones Episode and waiting for Brennon to walk in with that cute intern from Boston {what is his name?}.

For some reason the nurses kept putting warm blankets on me and I couldn’t figure out why. I felt the iv go into my arm and then I was out cold for about 3 hours.

Fast forward to the end of the procedure and I’m now relaxing in the partitioned off recovery room high as a kite, sitting in a recliner with more warm blankets on me and my mouth is packed with gauze.

Then all the sudden I hear the Dr. yell for the nurses. Then I hear OXYGEN, HURRY, DEFIBRILLATOR.

Hmmm.

The tall nurse with the brown hair very calmly comes over to ask me if my husband has any known heart problems.

Has he been under a lot of stress?

Yes, this past week has been stressful at work.

When was the last time he ate something?

Yesterday? Why, did he just pass out or something?

Yes, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Okay.

Then she left to go check on the HH.

The next thing I remember I was standing in a storage closet looking for the HH when the receptionist found me and walked me back to my seat, covered me with more blankets and said not to worry, everything was going to be fine.

Then I told her about the time the HH nearly sawed off his leg and passed out cold in our driveway.

A few minutes later the HH was in a wheelchair being wheeled over to me by the doctor. The Doc said he passed out cold, stopped breathing for a moment then finally came around. No CPR, No Defibrillator. Apparently just low blood sugar.

So when the HH was wheeled on by {with a sheepish grin on his face} all I could muster was “You’re such a dork, why didn’t you eat breakfast?”

The HH laughed, the Dr. Scolded me {something about a Man’s ego and how I should be a little nicer} and then wheeled the HH off to his own recliner with warming blankets for a little siesta.

Eventually someone from the HH’s work came to pick us up and take us home.

Where we stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon eating tomato soup and haagen daz peach sorbet.

Good times.

~Mavis

FYI – Everyone in our family has low blood sugar, so passing out is nothing new with us. 😉

This post may contain affiliate links. These affiliate links help support this site. For more information, please see my disclosure policy. Thank you for supporting One Hundred Dollars a Month.