So much for having time to read posts and leave notes… Maybe today. This is one of the two pear trees left out back. There were espaliered against the wall, but we have a new maintenance company and apparently tree maintenance is not in the contract. I keep waiting for a pear to drop on my head as I walk underneath.
If you are dental phobic, feel free to skip the next few paragraphs.
Last year when I had the last extraction and implant prep my periodontist keep muttering about gum grafts, saying he thought for this one I was going to need that. I vaguely remember this conversation. (It was a year ago.) Wednesday, I got the crown. I spent the next couple of days getting used to having a tooth in that place in my mouth again. My dentist was happy with it all, the feel, the look, the amount of bone.
Friday, yesterday, I had an appointment for a deep cleaning of an old implant I have had for almost 10 years that is doing fine but presents cleaning challenges based on how it is oriented. I thought that was what I was going in for. But Mr. Periodontist was like, oh no, we are going to do the graft today too. Unless of course you want to wait for that.
I am like, well, let’s see, my mouth is already uncomfortable because I am getting used to the crown, it is the weekend I don’t have anything I am looking forward to, planned, Mrs. Sherlock is up in Seattle, so what the heck. Eek. He took the tissue from the roof of my mouth and now I have this plastic stent that covers the whole roof of my mouth and my upper teeth that I am supposed to wear all the time other than cleaning it for two to six weeks and about a gazillion stitches around the implant and crown.
And they were having trouble with the fancy machine that they use to deep clean the implants. Luckily there was a specialist technician around they called in and I got that done too.
My dental team works on salary. They are professors. They take pictures, they are not doing these things because they can or are trying to bring in revenue. I know all that, I trust them. But I tell you, I have had about enough of this. Once I have my follow-up in two weeks I am not going back until next year if there is anything I can do to help it.
I have had gum grafts before, but they were these little things. This was a big deal. I came home with an ice pack and did that in intervals until I was able to get to sleep. This morning, (I am so glad I waited) I went down to the secondary pharmacy that is tucked away and opens Saturday at 8 AM and only had to wait 15 minutes for my prescription in an empty waiting room.
Now I need to decide if I am going to go to the grocery or have soft foods and yes, ice cream, delivered.
I realize the fact that I am getting this treatment and can contemplate these things is a luxury and one I do not take for granted. I am tired though. So happy I don’t need to teach until Monday. The stent only mildly alters my speech.
And, of course, after I went to sleep, an email came in from our VP of Administration with four questions about our insurance coverage. On a Friday evening. What is wrong with this picture?
This is where I get to practice boundary setting. I am not going to address her issues until Monday. I gave her some hints on where to look for things, but it is not my job to get or negotiate or decide about insurance. No Siree Bob. End of story.
I can see why this Mel Robbins book The Let Them Theory is so popular. La la la.
Carlo is curled up on a blanket at the end of the bed in a patch of filtered sun with his paw over his eyes, as adorable as possible. He is the one I think at this point I should be emulating right about now.
I suspect there is a nap in my near future.
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