I have started the pre-dental-work freakout.
Just about exactly one year ago, I bit down on a piece of crisp bacon on Memorial Day, and felt my partial dental bridge snap. It being a holiday weekend, no one was around to fix it -- not that it could fixed, since it had actually snapped in half. This is when I discovered that those things have a life expectancy. I thought they lasted forever.
By the time I saw the dentist, the still-attached part had pulled off, snapping half a tooth in the process. This was, somehow, my fault. The dental surgeon removed the two anchor teeth, and I got a temporary upper central plate. The plan was to start the implant process that August.
August was when I broke my arm.
Tomorrow at about 10:30, they do the extraction. And then there's no turning back. Bone graft. Hope to hell it takes. Then implants (if it did) or god-knows-what if it doesn't. I tell myself that it will all probably work. It probably will. I'd feel better if every time I talk to the surgeon, he doesn't spend about a third of the time looking very thoughtful as he gazes at Xrays. I know he's conservative, and I like that. But I could use a little unalloyed optimism right about now.
I do truly love being backed into a corner, particularly when the condition is partially my fault.
Arghh.....
5 comments:
Take some long deep breaths, I'll say a prayer for you.
i still have a sore gum from an extraction. I feel your pain... You will be in my prayers
Thank you both. I am sure that I will be fine. I just tend to be somewhat of a wimp with this stuff -- you know, the way water is somewhat wet....
You'll be okay, and the graft and implant will work out! You'll be in my thoughts today.
Thanks, Rach. I wrote a funny response (well, it was intended to be funny) but I think I'll settle for that. By tomorrow, things should be back to what passes for normal, these days....
What I FEEL like doing is baking.
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