Every now and then, John and I do things that normal people do, like go out on a Friday night to see our
I had yet another round of oral surgery last Wednesday. (Which of course I am thrilled about. Not.)
The original surgical site was persistently (despite two rounds of antibiotics) red and swollen and inflamed and painful. And the Dr did not like the look of it. So I had an appointment on last Wednesday to “check it out”. Which quickly turned to (once I was there) “let’s open this up and take a look”, and then (once I was in the chair and sedated out of my mind) turned to “this looks really bad, so let’s take the post out and put in some more bone graft”.
Basically, the implant (the titanium post) failed. Initially, the Dr had done a bone graft and put in the post all at once. And in most cases, that would have been just fine. But because I am special, either the graft or the post reacted badly, and caused a persistent infection below the gumline. So the post had to come out, and more bone graft had to be put in.
I am trying really hard to not see this “failure” as a personal failure. In theory, I know that there is nothing that I could have done to change the outcome. But I still feel (silly as it may be) that this is a personal failing on my part, and that I should have been able to do something. That’s the Type A personality in me.
Now the timeline for the process is thus:
Two additional surgeries. And odds are that this process will not be finished until sometime next year. Next year!
Originally I had hoped to have the whole process done by Ted and Sabrina’s wedding in September, so that I could actually enjoy their wedding dinner. Shit, I had hoped to have the whole process done by Pennsic!
No chance of that now.
If you are thinking of giving me some kind of sanctimonious “other people have it so much worse” pep-talk, please spare me. I am just not in the mood to hear it right now.