Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

December 2, 2016

Dear Everyone:

Last year, I had an emergency root canal on a lower left molar.  Last month, during the usual bi-annual dental checkup, the dentist informed me that the molar in question, which involved a crown that supported a cantilever bridge, would need to be replaced.  At the time I thought, “Uh oh.”

Sure enough, once the existing crown was removed, the dentist determined that there was not enough tooth left to hold a new crown.  And, like a lot of people my age, I take a medication that could cause problems with an extraction, so the dentist referred me to a specialist.  On the Plus Side, the specialist works in the same building as my regular dentist, so I was able to “hop on over” to their office and get appointments for both the evaluation and the expected extraction.

During the evaluation, the Kindly Oral Surgeon explained that he would get approval from my cardiologist to suspend taking the medication that, among other things, prevents my blood from clotting, for a specified period.  Then, after he had pulled what was left of the tooth in question, he would determine whether or not it would be beneficial to implant some bone in its place.

He also gave me some prescriptions to get filled BEFORE the actual procedure, so they would be readily available afterward.  So I had the pain medication well in hand.  Also a special prescription-strength mouth wash and some antibiotics.

On the Monday before Thanksgiving, I reported for extraction.  The Kindly Oral Surgeon gave me enough Novocain to stop an elephant.  From time to time he would say something like, “You may hear some crunching sounds, but it’s nothing to worry about.”  After the tooth was gone, he did decide to pop in some bone to help hurry along the healing process.  When he started sewing stitches, I knew the procedure was almost done.

Before I left, they gave me a whole printed sheet of instructions to follow:

Rinse with salt water four times daily for a week.  Use the special mouth wash twice each day, also for a week.  Take the antibiotics three times per day until they run out.  Avoid hard-to-chew foods and only chew on the RIGHT side for at least a week or more.  Absolutely NO popcorn for 30 DAYS!!!

It also said to avoid strenuous exercise, including sports and PE for at least 5-7 days.  I assume these instructions are also handed out to school kids to take to their Physical Education instructor, thus excusing them from gym class for a week or two.  I have made a point of not using my own gym, although I continue to do my physical therapy exercises for my back, since they all involve lying on top of the bed; not exactly “strenuous”.

Two days later a bruise started to form, first on my chin, where the Kindly Oral Surgeon held it during the extraction, then further down my neck.  When “Jeannie” saw it on Thanksgiving Day, her first reaction was:  Looks like a right cross.  But then she looked closer and realized that it was not an impact bruise.

An impact bruise radiates out from the center.  Remember, we both grew up with three brothers and played a lot of backyard sports like baseball and tackle football.  And we were both gymnasts in high school.  We know a lot about bruises.  In fact, the bruise has already faded completely.

Thanksgiving was fairly quiet, what with me not being able to eat anything on one side, and not much else on the other.  “Marshall” came up from Fresno and we had twice-baked pizza and Chinese takeout, with everyone heating up what they wanted when they wanted it.  Very casual and stress-free.  The day after, we had lunch together and checked out the Holiday décor at Walnut Creek’s big outdoor shopping extravagance, called Broadway Plaza.  In all, a nice, quiet time.

By the way, I told my “Phoebe”, my neighbor, fellow HOA-Board Member, and sometime movie companion, that I couldn’t eat popcorn for a month.  She was appalled.  How can you watch a movie without eating popcorn?  We’ll find out.

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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