I've shared once before about my lack of healthy adult teeth. Apparently I inherited the teeth and gums of a 90 year old. My gums recede, my teeth break, some are crooked, and it all just sucks.
After the episode of tooth cracking in the fall, the dentist sent me to the periodontist for some treatments. "Treatments" is just another word for pain. They did a more extensive cleaning - a "deep" cleaning - as they called it. And they were really clean after that. But sore.
And I was urged to buy a super duper electronic tooth brush that would help reduce the pockets around my teeth where the gums were receding. And in truth, that did help.
But not enough. It was determined a couple of weeks ago that two spots were just getting worse instead of better. So I would need to undergo two oral surgical procedures where they would cut the gum and go in and clean the tooth all the way down to the root. The first would be on the three rear teeth on the right upper side of my mouth. Osseous surgery, so it said on the orders. Along with guided tissue regeneration. And they will have me back in within a month or so to do the same procedure on the lower right side of my mouth.
But we're not done yet! Oh no, just as an added treat to the first surgery, the x-rays showed bone degeneration around the base of the roots. So a bone replacement graft would be performed while they were in there.
This whole first procedure took place yesterday. Injections, incisions, cleaning, scraping, acid treatment, and bone grafting. Took about an hour. And I was sent home with lots of pain meds, lots of antibiotics, a bunch of weird packing material all around those teeth, and instructions to soak my head in ice packs for the rest of the day.
Thank god for the pain meds! Once the injections wore off, I was really hurting. I managed to get down a bit of soft pasta last night, but mostly I sat with ice packs on my face in a codiene-induced stupor.
Today, a day off from work to recover a bit. Still some pain. Still some bloody drainage (sorry, hope you aren't having a snack!), and my cheek is puffed up like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Gee, I just can't wait till the next time.