Knitting Stitches and Dental Stitches

Out, out, darn stitch!

Out, out, darn stitch!

I had to go get my stitches out today from my dental implant surgery for tooth #2.  As usual, I was nervous as could be.  Ever since the nurse had told me about the dangers of necrosis of the jaw from long-term use of Boniva, I’ve been obsessing that my jaw is disintegrating instead of healing.  I kept on feeling a roughness on top of the roof of my mouth, right behind where my tooth was removed and just couldn’t figure out what was happening.  So for the past 3 weeks, I’ve been worried sick that my jaw was wasting away.  Oh, by the way, I do NOT chew tobacco.  The brown stains on my teeth in the above picture are from the mouthwash that I had to use for the week after surgery.  It causes terrible brown stains on your teeth that can only be removed by vigorous dental cleaning by your dentist.  I know, fun, isn’t it?

At any rate, off I went to the dental surgeon today in a chronic anxiety state of turmoil.  I climbed into the dentist chair after yet ANOTHER set of x-rays of my head (you don’t even want to know how many that makes in the past 18 months) and the technician proceeded to grab the stitch, clip, and pull.

“Just let me know if you feel a pulling,” she said.

I felt like my gums were coming off with the stitch.  “OWWWWWWW!”, I yelped.

She finally got it out.

“Are you ok?” she asked.  I must have looked like I was going to pass out.

“I guess,” I told her.

“Well, that’s it,” she told me.  “The stitch is out.”

That improved my outlook immensely although my gums were throbbing like there was no tomorrow.  When the doctor came in and checked me out, he informed me that everything looked good and that things were healing nicely.

That just left us to schedule the next surgery to implant the rod into my jaw.

“How about Dec. 30?” the technician asked me?  (Uh, no….that’s in the middle of the holidays and I have family that will be up here visiting.)

“How about Jan. 13?”, she asked next.

“Uh-uh”, I groaned.  “I don’t want any date that is 13 for a surgery,” I told her.

We picked a different date.

“Do you want to be awake or asleep for the implanting?” she asked.

“Are you nuts?” I asked her.  “Asleep.  And I want them to knock me out with ether BEFORE they put in the IV, just like last time.”

On the way to my local yarn shop after my ordeal, I ran my tongue tentatively over the roof of my mouth.  Hmmm, I didn’t feel that roughness any more.  By golly, apparently it had been part of the thread from the stitch that had become imbedded in my skin.  Well, at least I know my jaw isn’t melting away.

Newly discovered Bounty

Newly discovered Bounty

Speaking of yarn, I’m busy working on my Christmas gift knitting.  The other day I had the wonderful experience of looking in one of my many knitting bags and discovering a project from several years ago that was almost finished.  When I pulled it out, I discovered that I was only two rows away from finishing it.  Whee!  One more gift almost done.


Taiyo Yarn

Taiyo Yarn

I’ve also rediscovered how much I dislike Taiyo yarn by Noro.  Now I love the color choices and the progression of the colors in Noro yarn but I really dislike knitting with Taiyo.  It is a cotton-blend yarn that has the usual characteristics of Noro.  The diameter of the yarn varies, going from thin to slubby as you knit along and that drives me crazy.  I like consistency and in any Noro yarn, that inconsistency is a pet peeve of mine.  I also don’t like how it feels as you are knitting it.  It just seems to be hard on arthritic hands.  The finished project turned out fine, though.  It was soft and blocked nicely after a little soak.  I can’t say that I’m sad to see that project finished, however.

Well, I’m off to blend a fruit/veggie smoothie and then to do some more Christmas knitting.  I might take an ibuprofen while I’m at it.  My gums are  still throbbing but Christmas will be here before we know it and I can’t let a little thing like that slow me down.


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