Dental surgery's over.
Good news is, it went pretty well. Though I was aware of it going on, I didn't really know about it. They call it 'twilight sleep'.
Bad news is, I'm definitely going to lose one of the implants, and very soon, too. Ah, well. I'm a little disappointed, but I'm kind of past the point of being pissed at the general dentist whose delay is (I believe) the cause of the problem. It is what it is: move on.
Though it reinforces that you really do have to drive your own health care. At the end of the day, the medical person goes home, and, odds are, they don't think about you till something makes them think about you.
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