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Rated: 13+ · Book · Opinion · #1508897
Blogging/Journaling/Complaining on an entirely inconsistent basis.
#629317 added January 13, 2009 at 3:16pm
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My Dentist Drives a Porsche
My dentist--a very likable young man--makes sure that I have plenty of a special bacterial mouthwash every time I visit for work on my two implants which has been going on now since last March (2008).  His clinic just happens to have it on hand for us and stupid, naive me, I thought he was giving me a bottle every time I went because I didn't notice the $25 charge mixed amongst all the higher-dollar charges. 

Last time I discovered this literally "hidden" charge and went on line to see where I might get it for less.  I was only able to locate some at a store 1.5 hours away, so the amount I would save probably wouldn't help much.  After my last implant three weeks ago, I noted last night what I thought was infection.  I felt pretty guilty about it because I had been trying to skimp and save on the last bottle of my apparently liquid silver.  In desperation today I got on the phone to good old Wally World Drug Dispensary and asked if they had this unique, expensive stuff. 

"Yes," they answered, "but you'll need a prescription for it."

"Prescription?"  I responded.  "I doubt that I can get that!"

"Your doctor should be glad to write you one." 

Laughing hysterically, I explained that he was charging me $25 a bottle at his office and I felt sure hers was cheaper.  Why would he write me a prescription?  She giggled uncontrollably in reply, "Maybe you are right, ours is $16."

When I finish with my appointment later in the day, the dentist asked me if I need any  micro-biotic mouth wash.
"Yes," I said.  "Just write me a prescription for it," I bravely said shaking in my boots.

"Prescription?"  he says  "Prescription?"

"Yes, you know the kind of thing my medical insurance pays for."

"Oh, okay,"  say he laughing nervously.  "You know," he says, writing out the script, "I think Wal-mart may have this on their $4 list.  How many refills would you like?"  What I would like to do is refill his ASS!

"Oh, two or three."  Who wants to be greedy?  Certainly not me!

"Let's just make it three, then.  I want you to have plenty."

Indeed, my liquid silver medicine was $4 and Wal-mart.  If my math doesn't let me down, he just allowed me to get four bottles of the stuff for $16 which is a bit less than his one bottle at $25.  Now, I know why he drives a Porsche and have a used Chevy Uplander.


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