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Wisdom |
Friday 13th Jun 2008 |
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I have been derelict in seeing my dentist. I'm a guy. I was traveling a lot. I wasn't in pain. I was busy. I don't enjoy my visits to the dentist, mainly I'm a guy. Bless me Father for I have Sinned, it has been three years since my last confession. Really it has been a lot longer than that but it has been three years since my last visit to the dentist. Everything was going smoothly, I didn't have any problems, no cavities, no pain, everything was good. The Dentist couldn't believe how long it has been. He asked me, “ Has it really been three years since I last saw you?” I was thinking, “Doc I don't think I've ever seen you.” I only came today because my wife made an appointment for my son and he couldn't come so she stuck me in to replace him. The Dentist looks me over ask me, if I floss, and I lie to him. The last thing he looks at is my x-rays. He is not please and when your dentist is not pleased you are not going to be pleased. H I'm not a doctor but that doesn't sound good. He also explains to me that since the tooth has eaten away so much of my jaw that there is a 95% chance that I will have nerve damage. I hope that I heard him wrong and what he meant to tell me was that there was only a 5% chance of any problems. He clearifies it for me saying, "No, There is a 95% chance that you will have nerve damage and that your jaw will be numb or you will feel tingling and it will last a couple of hours, or days, or it might be permanent. He leaves me in the room to watch a few videos each one a little scarier than the last. The nurse comes in after I watch the videos and tells me that I can leave. I'm a little confused but I'm happy to get out of the office. I get a call later and the nurse asks me if I have decided what I want to do. I don't know what I want to do, but I know I don't want to have my jaw spontaneously fracture. I look at my calendar and I'm traveling for the next couple of weeks so my first free day is Friday in two weeks. I'm putting it into my calendar and notice that I have scheduled my surgery for Friday the 13th. It is also Father's day weekend. Not the smartest thing I have done. It will not be my favorite Father's day. I want to ride the motorcycle to the office but since I am going to be put under they won't let me ride it home. Cheryl has to drive me. I am in the chair pretty quickly and the Doctor ask me if I have every had an IV before. I took EMT training in the Army and worked in a hospital has part of that training. We used to give each other IV's all the time, in fact I always thought that we must have looked like heroin addicts because of our tracks. I don't explain this to the doctor but I do tell him that I've an IV before. He tries to put in a central line which we never did because if you blow the vein it pisses off the doctor. We normally started an peripheral line at the patients hand and then moved up if we had problems. He blows the vein but I think he must have gotten a little of the anesthesia in because I saw him start another line a little lower down but that was the last thing I saw. I woke up with my wife looking and me and asking "Are you ready to go." She helped me to the car but I think I was still a little out of it. I crawl into bed and wake up a couple of hourse later. I would love to get my hands on a case of that stuff. When I wake up I look like Marion Brando in the Godfather except I only have cotton gauze stuffed in one side of my mouth. I also notice that I look like a junkie. The doctor must have blown the vein on the second attempt as well, because I'm wearing three bandages. I also realize that I think the doctor must have worked on the wrong side of my jaw. I looked at the x-rays when he was talking to me and it showed that on the left side I have stone in one of the glands that looks like an extra tooth except in is in my neck so doesn't really provide any value. On the right side I have a wisdom tooth that you clearly has a cysts around it that has started to destroy the bone in my jaw and the tooth right next to it. I'm still a little drugged up and don't really care which side he worked on but I thought I should give him a call and ask what kind of work I had done? I get the nurse who is more that a little nervous since I seem to be implying that her boss worked on the wrong side of my mouth. She tells me that the Surgeon will give me a call back. He calls me back in about 15 minutes and is a little indignant as he explains that, "I don't shoot the x-rays like I'm standing your tongue looking out. I shoot them like I'm looking in." This seems kind of smartassy to me but I have to admit it's accurate. I pull out the gauze and go back to bed. I guess it was kind of stupid to ask the Surgeon if maybe he pulled the wrong tooth but it was my Wisdom tooth so he shouldn't have expected me to get any smarter. |
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Symbiotisches Veröffentlichen |
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sent me to see a surgeon and get a magnetic resonance image (MRI) done.
I go the hospital and they tell me they will send the image to an Oral
surgeon which I don't take as a good sign. I go and see him hoping
that he will tell me, “No problems at all don't worry about
it." Of course, he doesn't he shows me the x-rays that show what looks
like a tooth growing in my neck and a cysts that is eating
away the bone of my jaw. He tells me that if it continues to
grow
the jaw
may fracture spontaneously.