This little guy was my running partner yesterday. He was awesome! Except for the fact that he can out run me…
Thursday afternoon I noticed one of my teeth felt a bit odd…I touched it with my tongue, then my finger and found it a bit loose. This bicuspid happens to be a crown on a tooth with root canal. Hmm…crowns should not be loose. It was Thanksgiving afternoon, so there wasn't much I could do. I also happen to know my dentist's office is closed on Fridays, so first thing yesterday morning, I did what any mature adult would do. I called the dentist.
The "squeezed me in" at one o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't give the tooth a whole lot of thought beyond hoping the crown didn't fall off entirely over the weekend. Worst case scenario I figured was a failed root canal, but even if that was the case, the crown should be just fine. Even if another root canal was necessary, at least I wouldn't have to buy a new crown. Best case scenario? He could just clean underneath, glue the thing back on and send me on my merry way.
Somewhere between 2008, the Year of Dentistry, and now I had somehow forgotten my oh so terrible luck when it comes to teeth. I should have run away when the x-ray machine in room number one was malfunctioning and I had to me moved to another room. How could I ever have dreamed of a best case scenario when I came to my teeth?!
"I sincerely hope it's just a bonding issue" said my dentist…ever the optimist.
"Oh, I doubt it's a bonding issue" I answered. "I've spend plenty of time in here with you".
Yes, it did take him a moment to "get it", but he has a great sense of humor.
Next came an exam which consisted of numbing the area then poking, prodding and wiggling my tooth in every way imaginable, then x-rays, then finally a CT scan of my head revealed a fractured root. To the best of my dentist's knowledge (and lacking actual x-ray vision) he believe the crown is still attached to half of my tooth…the other dangling into fractured nothingness.
So, this means not only extracting the tooth as soon as possible (as in, at 7:45 this morning) but prepping the area for an implant. Personally, I don't mind morning appointments, but I thought I better ask my babysitter…aka Mom. Who happened to be right across the hall waiting to see the dentist. Yes, they "squeezed me in" at 1 o'clock and in some weird twist of fate my mom had a 2 o'clock appointment. And my dad was right down the hall getting his teeth cleaned. It was a regular family reunion.
So, not only do I get my tooth extracted but I apparently have only the bare minimum of jaw bone available in which to lodge this implant, so I get a graft of cadaver bone on one side and perhaps more depending on what he finds.
I asked if I could bring a cadaver of my own in, to save money. He said no.
So I am bummed. New best case scenario is a straightforward extraction and implant. Worst, oral surgery, bone grafting, and other gross and painful stuff.
So I'm throwing myself a pity party. I am not at all happy with the timing of this. Apollo goes back to the ENT December 15 and Lord willing will have a bronchoscopy and surgery shortly after that. I will get the prep work done tomorrow, go back for several follow up visits, let the gums heal for several months and be in the midst of a year long Adventure in Dental Implants.
Oh, and as far as "why" the root fractured, apparently it just happens sometimes. There was no trauma to the area. My dentist said, "It's like getting struck my lightening".
So please, whine along with me. Tell me something (big or small) that you need pity for so when I come home I can feel sorry for you too. Let me know I'm not the only pathetic human out there. I'll send some pity your way. I promise.