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At my regular semi-annual dental check-up & cleaning on Monday, I got a full set of X-ray pictures taken in addition to all the other stuff they do. The dentist came in, took a look at the pictures, took a look at my sparkling-clean & professionally scrubbed teeth, & told me I had 2 options regarding tooth #17, which had gone bad -- a crown or extraction. No. 17 is a (pardon the expression) "wisdom" tooth, so I said I'd go for extraction -- no brainer. The dentist said OK & wrote me a referral to an oral surgeon.
Apparently it's slow season in oral surgery around here, because I got an appointment for the next day. I showed up, filled out the paperwork, whipped out my Blue Cross card, & was shown to a chair. The oral surgeon came in, took a look, viewed the X-ray my dentist sent over, & went to work. After shooting me up with novocaine or some such, he made small talk while the novocaine took hold, covering such topics as Starbucks coffee, the world situation, advances in orthopedic surgery worldwide, & I don't know what-all.
By & by the oral surgeon was ready to get serious & so was I. He propped my mouth open with something resembling a hockey puck & went at the bad tooth with various instruments, including something that (judging by its noise level) must resemble a miniature chain saw. That is to say, the bad tooth did not come out all in 1 chunk. Excavation was required. Nevertheless, when it was all over after a few minutes more, the oral surgeon said neither the jawbone nor the gums had been injured -- no stitches were needed to hold things together. Everything was fine, he said, before retiring to his little between-patients office hideaway.
An assistant handed me a "recovery" kit containing sterile gauze pads, an instant cold compress, & an instruction sheet, mentioning in passing that I had just undergone a "difficult" extraction. She also handed me prescriptions for an antibiotic & a strong painkiller.
Back home, I gulped down an antibiotic capsule & a painkiller pill, then zonked out for the balance of the afternoon. By evening, I was feeling pretty much OK -- skipped the strong painkiller & took generic Price Club ibuprofen instead. Felt good enough Wednesday to go to band practice Wednesday night -- played decently, had a nice time. Took more antibiotic, took more ibuprofen. Went to bed. Then -- WHAP ! -- my jawbone started hurting so bad it woke me up out of a sound sleep, about 3:30 a.m. I found the prescription pain medicine & took 1 dose of that, praying for it to take hold quick. After 25 minues or so, it did. Couldn't sleep. Had another dose about 8AM, then went back to bed & slept till 10AM or so. Whew !
The Chief Of Staff got me to call the oral surgeon's office later that day to report on all that, with the idea in mind that maybe I was experiencing "dry socket" -- a painful complication. The oral surgeon's office said that if I was getting relief from the prescription painkiller (which I was), then "dry socket" was unlikely -- generic vicodin can't touch "dry socket" pain, they said.
Sticking with the strong stuff, I've left all driving to The Chief Of Staff, including a trip to nursery school yesterday afternoon to pick up our grandson so he could come over & play with Grandma Carol & Papa Alan while his dad was at work & his mom was attending to important meetings & appointments. Brass quintet rehearsal was at my house that night & I discovered that it is possible to play horn while under the influence of generic vicodin. Who'd a-thunk?
Meanwhile, I am treating my entire oral-dental-maxilofacial zone with extreme gentleness & tenderness while healing progresses. Follow-up appointment with the oral surgeon is in 7 days.
This week's experience makes me wonder why I turned down the army dentist who wanted to pull all 4 of my wisdom teeth -- free -- back in 1967. Saying no seemed like a good idea at the time.
Apparently it's slow season in oral surgery around here, because I got an appointment for the next day. I showed up, filled out the paperwork, whipped out my Blue Cross card, & was shown to a chair. The oral surgeon came in, took a look, viewed the X-ray my dentist sent over, & went to work. After shooting me up with novocaine or some such, he made small talk while the novocaine took hold, covering such topics as Starbucks coffee, the world situation, advances in orthopedic surgery worldwide, & I don't know what-all.
By & by the oral surgeon was ready to get serious & so was I. He propped my mouth open with something resembling a hockey puck & went at the bad tooth with various instruments, including something that (judging by its noise level) must resemble a miniature chain saw. That is to say, the bad tooth did not come out all in 1 chunk. Excavation was required. Nevertheless, when it was all over after a few minutes more, the oral surgeon said neither the jawbone nor the gums had been injured -- no stitches were needed to hold things together. Everything was fine, he said, before retiring to his little between-patients office hideaway.
An assistant handed me a "recovery" kit containing sterile gauze pads, an instant cold compress, & an instruction sheet, mentioning in passing that I had just undergone a "difficult" extraction. She also handed me prescriptions for an antibiotic & a strong painkiller.
Back home, I gulped down an antibiotic capsule & a painkiller pill, then zonked out for the balance of the afternoon. By evening, I was feeling pretty much OK -- skipped the strong painkiller & took generic Price Club ibuprofen instead. Felt good enough Wednesday to go to band practice Wednesday night -- played decently, had a nice time. Took more antibiotic, took more ibuprofen. Went to bed. Then -- WHAP ! -- my jawbone started hurting so bad it woke me up out of a sound sleep, about 3:30 a.m. I found the prescription pain medicine & took 1 dose of that, praying for it to take hold quick. After 25 minues or so, it did. Couldn't sleep. Had another dose about 8AM, then went back to bed & slept till 10AM or so. Whew !
The Chief Of Staff got me to call the oral surgeon's office later that day to report on all that, with the idea in mind that maybe I was experiencing "dry socket" -- a painful complication. The oral surgeon's office said that if I was getting relief from the prescription painkiller (which I was), then "dry socket" was unlikely -- generic vicodin can't touch "dry socket" pain, they said.
Sticking with the strong stuff, I've left all driving to The Chief Of Staff, including a trip to nursery school yesterday afternoon to pick up our grandson so he could come over & play with Grandma Carol & Papa Alan while his dad was at work & his mom was attending to important meetings & appointments. Brass quintet rehearsal was at my house that night & I discovered that it is possible to play horn while under the influence of generic vicodin. Who'd a-thunk?
Meanwhile, I am treating my entire oral-dental-maxilofacial zone with extreme gentleness & tenderness while healing progresses. Follow-up appointment with the oral surgeon is in 7 days.
This week's experience makes me wonder why I turned down the army dentist who wanted to pull all 4 of my wisdom teeth -- free -- back in 1967. Saying no seemed like a good idea at the time.
-- Alan Cole, McLean (Fairfax County), Virginia, USA.
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