It was the molar, which complicated my life. What exactly, since I was not quite sure me but definitely one of the great on the right side of the lower jaw. A visit to the dentist was inevitable for me. I called him, and the next day it was even ready. My Dentist briefly greeted me, asked where it would hurt because, and glanced in my medical records. He mumbled his assistant to: 18-f, 17-fkod, 16 distal-c, “I had not the faintest idea what had to mean that, but found myself feeling quiet, that my teeth no longer awarded top” earned. 46 EKR, WK, WF”he instructed the Assistant and disappeared from the room.

With a fragile voice, I asked the nurse handling behind me: “is it a bad thing?” Assistant: “no, no, just ‘ ne WF”. “” I: “Ah, Yes.” “And my head told me that the word only” my feeling was that it’s not so bad, and I wanted to also do not deepen the theme at this point. Therefore I asked not longer after, had what now to mean WF. According to the motto, if the doctor says that, then that is all right! Proposed two hours went my martyrdom. I left the practice, I was exhausted.

The hand I held several sheets paper, of which I only knew in that moment that I should send it to my health insurance company. After reviewing the leaves, the so-called therapeutic and cost plan was aware that I had not the faintest idea what my dentist planned with me. But I also knew something else what he recommends me will be fine. It took several weeks, until I got back to the writing of the health insurance fund and I had a new appointment with my dentist. I should sign, that I ca.