Back when we lived in California, Ruyman was having some issues with his teeth. Caught in the jaws of an HMO, we didn't have much choice about who we went to see. I don't remember his name, exactly, but I remember he was Russian, so I call him Yuri Bad Doctorvich. Yuri's idea of affective dentistry was to sit in the back room trawling the internet while his Hispanic hygienists, who thought of him as the Simi Valley Stalin, complained fluently about him during the longest cleaning ever - at least 3 hours.
Ruyman hadn't seen a dentist since he left Spain, so he had quite a few cavities that needed filling. In the process of doing so, Yuri managed to botch two fillings and crack a tooth. Needless to say, it was painful.
Flash forward four years. Ruyman now has decent dental insurance and we found a guy we actually trust to put his hands inside our mouths. Dr. Alcorn has been literally trying for years to undo the work of Dr. Doctorvich. This month will see the finishing touch: putting a crown on Ruyman's cracked tooth. He got his tooth filed down yesterday and a temporary crown put on. He goes back in two weeks for the real thing. The whole shebang (even with insurance) will end up putting us back $400.
I want my $400 bucks, Yuri.
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