Another Dental Implant – Oh, No!

Not Again!

Not Again!

 

Yesterday, if my mom were still alive, she would have turned 100 years old.  Earlier this year, I had been planning her big birthday celebration.  Instead, on her big day, I found myself sitting in the dental surgery chair yet again, waiting for another tooth to be pulled.  My dentist told me this past spring that I had a dental “resorption” that was basically eating away at the inside of one of my eye teeth.  I’d never heard of resorption.  Have you?

So what the heck is it?  Well, here are some links that explain it in layman’s terms:

http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-dental-resorption.htm

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/tooth-resorption.html

http://www.mcardledmd.com/what-is-resorption-.html

When I asked my dentist what in the world had caused my tissue to start attacking my tooth, he said it was most likely either an earlier trauma to my tooth which could have happened years ago or damage from orthodontic work.  Well, I had braces twice as a kid so it’s possible that was what did it.  I’ll admit it.  It makes me nervous not knowing what has caused something like this to happen because I don’t know if I should be expecting it to happen to other teeth or how to go about preventing it from reoccurring.

Ice and Pills

Ice and Pills

But all of that is water under the bridge, so to speak.  The reality of it is that the Commander drove me to the surgeon and as we headed down our street to the doctor’s office, a black cat ran across the road.  “Oh, no!” I wailed.  I was nervous enough without seeing that.  Believe me, when you have General Anxiety Disorder, you can think of 101 ways for disaster to happen.  You don’t need a black cat to add Reason #102.

We got me checked in and soon I found myself settling into the dental chair.  My favorite anesthesiologist came into the room and explained how he’d put me to sleep just like last time with the mask and then they’d put the IV into my arm.  He explained, “Don’t be surprised when you are coming out of it after the surgery if your emotions are all over the place and you find yourself crying or then feeling euphoric.  I understand that this happened the last time.”

“It did?” I said, surprised.  First I’d heard about it.  I must have put on quite a show.

“Just breathe in normally, ” he said as he put the mask over my nose.

“Can you stand up and scoot over to the bed?” the nurse asked me.  It was the next thing I heard.  The tooth was out.  Unfortunately, they were not able to insert the implant rod in at the same time.  Often they can when it is a smaller tooth but this time they had to do another bone graft, just like they did with my molar last year.

In a matter of minutes, the Commander arrived to walk me to the car and for the rest of the day, my life was dictated by the “30 minutes on/30 minutes off” schedule.  Those ice packs are SO attractive.  I’d just be dozing off when the alarm would go off indicating it was either time to take one off or put one on.

My faithful sidekick

My faithful sidekick

Little Toto stayed plastered up beside me from the minute I got home and remained so all through the night.  She would not leave my side.  She has a special knack for sensing when I need some extra comfort and snuggling.

Soft Diet

Soft Diet

For the rest of the day, I had to limit my food intake to cold, soft food.  In other words, I ate popsicles and Italian ice.  I was SO hungry.  The Commander heated up some leftovers for supper and I could barely stand how good it smelled.  Now, on Day Two, I can eat regular food as long as it isn’t very hot and it still needs to be soft.  I had mashed potatoes for breakfast and mashed potatoes for lunch.

I also have a “flipper” that fits over my top teeth.  It is clear except for one fake tooth that they put in the spot where my eye tooth was pulled.  You can’t even tell I have anything on or that a tooth is missing when I have it on.  The surgeon put it on my teeth when I was out cold and I hadn’t had it off until this morning when I brushed my teeth and used the special mouthwash for the first time.  (Yup, remember that mouthwash from the last implant – the kind that turns your teeth brown?  Oh, joy!)

I was a little nervous about getting the flipper off.  It is NOT easy.  The dental office told me to just pull down.  Well, it feels like you are pulling all of the teeth out of your head when I try to get it off.  It’s on there tight.  I sure hope it loosens up a little as the days go on, seeing as how I’ll be wearing it (and taking it off before I eat) for the next 6 months until I get my actual fake tooth that will go on the implanted rod.

Ah, the Commander just called to say he’s on his way home from work and asking if there is anything he can pick up for me.  You betcha!  Coffee-flavored ice cream.  It’s a soft food and I can’t drink a hot cup of coffee for 4 days so I’ll take my coffee any way I can get it.

 

 

 

 

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