Well by all accounts, so far, the "microsurgery" was a success. It took a little under an hour and a half, and in the end took 3 stitches to hold the incision together; they'll be removed next week. The substance they removed also gets sent off to the lab for a biopsy. You know everyone loves to hear that word (they assured me this is strictly routine). The core of the problem was that the root was curled under in a kind of spiral (the specialist called it a "pigtail"), plus the fact that there seemed to be unfilled area inside the canal surrounding the post. Either way, there is still a chance that bacteria are still hiding; if the abscess recurs, the next step is extraction.
Aside from the numbness right now, I can't smile -- every time I do, my mouth starts bleeding. I can't snarl either. This does not bode well for watching the results come in. Hubby has kindly rounded up a smorgasborg of "soft foods" for me to nibble at while we watch the tube, and I splurged on some of my favourite juice and diet ginger ale. I should get plenty of knitting done.
Oh, and I had an entrepreneurial thought while in the chair: someone ought to market "art print" ceiling panels for drop ceilings. They would work really well in dental offices or spas, or anywhere else the patient/client is on their back (yes, even brothels)!
02 November 2004
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Yuck... well, at least it's done, and you can get on with the rest of your life.
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