Pheealzabraces: PAOO surgery, 5 days out

Those of you who have been following this saga via social media are aware of the latest step in this long and arduous process, the PAOO surgery. Dr. Brownfield performed it this past Monday (6/27) and I saw her again on Thursday (6/30) for a follow up. Everything is progressing well, although its been a little more intense than the Wisdom Tooth extractions.

In addition to the PAOO procedure, she also did some gum grafting to address the Gingival recession on the lower front as well as the removal of some compound filling put in by Dr. Hung to address distal fractures on my upper molars a couple years ago. All in all it added up to a long day in the chair, though I was, again, blissfully unaware of the proceedings save for another nose scratching episode. This time I was more insistent, and was actually obliged by Dr. Brownfield and her assistant until the spot was scratched.

Once again, faithful friend and responsible party Clint got me to the office and back home and settled in. Monday afternoon and evening are pretty spotty (there was some soccer viewing in there somewhere, and a lot of spit that looked suspiciously like pure blood), not surprising considering I probably had a good bit of sedative and painkiller still in my system. It wasn’t until Tuesday and really Wednesday that the full brunt of what had been done started to hit home.

Apparently I have harder bone than most folks, necessitating the shaving down of it in order for the PAOO cuts to be properly made. My face is going to ache for quite a while, I think. I finally broke down and took a Tylenol 3 (Tylenol w/Codeine) Tuesday night and turned onto my side at some point, which I was advised against due to the fact that not keeping my head elevated might result in one or both eyes blackening. Viola, instant left eye black. It’s not tender or anything, but it sure looks serious. Dr. Brownfield was duly impressed Thursday. I think the bigger pain in all this is the swelling that is stubborn in not going down (my nose feels like it’s stuffed up all the time, but blowing it is an exercise in pain (and futility, most of the time)) and the stitches all over my mouth, especially the ones on the outside of my gums poking into the inside of my lips.

The other tough part about the recovery this go round is how much longer it’s going to take and the necessity for me to take it easy for an extended period of time. I’m lucky I was able to take the entire week off, and glad that I did so. Still, I went out to run errands on the past few days and to band practice last night, which plumb wore me out. It’s frustrating, because the recovery from the extractions was relatively short and easy. I’m not the most patient person in the world, and laying around the house doesn’t feel right, even when I know it’s the best thing for me.

The ‘no solid food for two weeks’ thing is also proving to be interesting, mainly in the sense that it has all but reduced my meat consumption to zero. I’m learning quickly about what I like and don’t like in the smoothie world.

So the next week or so will be an exercise in patience and self control. The stitches come out on Friday (7/8) and the braces go on on the following Monday (7/11) Then the long road to the eventuality that will be the implants to replace the dead teeth that started all this will be underway.

Pheealzabraces: Stage 2, 2 days out

So all four Wisdom teeth are gone, almost thirty years after appearing without incident (aside from confusing and causing slight pain to their owner as they erupted). The second extraction and the recovery are going as smoothly as the first (although the gum flap over the upper socket on the left side (the one worked on yesterday) has already dropped out, almost 24 hours earlier than the right side did), but I'm not too worried. Dr. Brownfield called last night to check on me and said that it was actually a little easier than the right side. I know what to do and not do to avoid complications (he says, knocking on wood). Next up (after the follow up in two weeks) will be coordinating the ordering of the braces and subsequent scheduling of the PAOO surgery.

At Clint's (and my once I was appraised in greater detail of the annoying and hilarious details of my state immediately after the first surgery) request I was given more time to wake up before they called him to come whisk me back to the house. I don't remember coming to in any capacity during the procedure (see the infamous 'trying to scratch his nose" incident during the first surgery), but definitely was lucid afterwards while I was still in the room both in the dental chair and the wheelchair (I imagine they need to have me in one until I'm in the vehicle out front) having conversation with both Dr. Brownfield and the DA who assisted her. I was sharp enough to notice that the ice packs and headwrap that I brought with me to reuse (apparently I was their first patient to ever do that, serial recycler that I am) and remember the entire ride home as well as to wait for Clint to stop the truck, help me out, and help me to the front door. None of which I did the first time, apparently.

Now for some surreal and befuddling communication between the surgeries:

After the first surgery, Dr. Brownfield sent a treatment letter (SOP) to my regular dentist, Dr. Tim Hung. I have been seeing him for about 4 years, and he had put some fillings in on both the top and sides of some of my teeth as well as cutting one of the dead teeth down and placing a crown on it (the tooth in question (6) had darkened over many years mainly due to (voracious) coffee and tea consumption in my younger years. He had also asked me about whether I wanted to explore the possibility of braces, and I told him that I didn't, thinking that he was asking with cosmetic considerations in mind and not the issues that Drs Brownfield and Hall highlighted.

When his office received the letter, they were, shall we say, less than thrilled, called Dr. Brownfield's office and proceeded to espouse in a passionate and a little less than diplomatic manner on how THEY did extractions, and THEY did braces and had spoken to me about them (Dr. Brownfield's office manager Kelly actually fielded the call, which is a normal part of her gig, albeit a pretty crappy one). Dr. Hung then called me to "answer any questions that I might have" about everything that was going on. I spoke with him for a bit and wasn't really sure where things stood with he and I even after the conversation. I spent a couple days before the follow up after the first surgery (about two weeks ago) wondering if I had done something wrong in not going back to him after the visits with Drs Brownfield and Hall (this being my first real experience with a referral). Once I had the follow up with Dr. Brownfield we talked at length about it (she had called Dr. Hung back since he called me) she gave me her take on things which boiled down to the fact that Dr. Hung was trying to offer as many services as possible out of a single facility and that his office was encouraged to try to keep as much as possible procedure wise with established patients in house. While this is certainly the way things are moving in the world that we live in today (think big box home improvement stores and grocery store size sections in Targets and Wal Marts) it doesn't sit too well with me when it comes to the medical industry. Specialists are called that for a reason. Dr. Brownfield tried to assuage Dr. Hung's apparent confusion about why I followed her and Dr. Hall's counsel concerning the braces when he had mentioned it to me earlier by explaining that sometimes it takes a person being told more than once that a certain course of action is preferable. I was also a little confused about Dr. Hung and/or his office's angst over my electing to follow the treatment regimen that Drs Brownfield and Hall had proposed since he had referred me to Dr. Brownfield and she had referred me to Dr. Hall (which she agreed with). Dr. Brownfield also said that she had told Dr. Hung that he wasn't qualified to do the Orthodontic treatment on me due to the lateral cross bite, the over bite, the crowding in the lower front, all of which he ended up agreeing with. It seemed that Dr. Hung's major concern is the two teeth in the front from the accident and how they were going to be addressed. He expressed a desire to try to save the lateral incisor (7), which Dr. Brownfield expressed doubt about, and she felt the conversation ended on a good note.

[This is probably as good a place as any to point out that Dr. Hung has a pretty thick accent and his tone is pretty consistently flat and neutral, making it hard to read him when he speaks to me about issues and procedures outside the scope of day to day tooth care. I outlined this to Dr. Brownfield during my first appointment, which she heard and agreed with after their first conversation.]

So Dr. Brownfield and I decided to do the other two Wisdom teeth next and the PAOO surgery after that (the two together would be a pretty long day in the chair, which I am happy to forego) and Kelly and I scheduled the appointment for Tuesday the 3rd. Then last week (Thursday, I think it was) who should call but Dr. Hung's office asking me to come in so that he could walk me through my options for the next several stages of treatment. I was getting ready for a call at the Opera and was getting close to my limit with him. I asked the woman on the phone (who I'm pretty sure is his wife) what exactly he wanted to talk about since I was already on a set course of treatments that I had discussed with Drs Brownfield and Hall. He came to the phone and eventually made it known that he wanted to walk me through the different replacement options for the two dead teeth in the front. After further conversation with him mainly getting across that I in fact did not have any questions and that (according to my understanding gleaned from discussion with Drs Brownfield and Hall) the replacement of the two front teeth was something we were going to consider after the PAOO and Ortho treatment I got him off the phone (not without him getting his stock way of ending a call out; "If you have any questions don't hesitate to call") and decided not to bother Dr. Brownfield with it and see if he was going to call her office.

Which is indeed what happened. She came into the room before I went under from the oral sedatives (it seems like it took a little longer than the last time) and told me she spoke to him again (I asked resignedly "when did he call you?", to which she replied with a knowing and slightly weary smile: "after he called you." She was more firm with him this time, again attempting to explain that it sometimes takes a person more than once to hear something before deciding on going forward with it. She ended the conversation on a slightly firmer note, stating that she and Dr. Hung didn't need to speak again until after the Ortho treatment at the earliest (I mentioned that it seemed to me Dr. Hung was asking me to make decisions pertaining to "step 7" of this process when I was mere days away from "step 2", which she agreed with). She did mention to me that one of the things he said to her during the conversation was that he "just wanted me to be happy" with the end result, which apparently is something that she'd never heard from a Dentist before. I greeted all of this with a bit of relief (not at the fact that she had heard from him again) but at the fact that it seemed as though he was going to back off a bit (one of the other things he kept mentioning was "coordination between the three offices of our efforts").

I mentioned a couple possibilities that had crossed my mind during the course of the phone calls between Dr. Hung and Dr. Brownfield and I to Dr. Brownfield:

He was fearful of losing control of the overall course of treatment (which I felt he had relinquished with the referral, but this being my first referral experience I am not so sure of now) and potentially me as a patient.

He was concerned about the fate of the two front teeth that prompted the referral in the first place (one of which he had done significant work on with the crown). I don't know, concern over the legacy of that work or the potential that I or Dr. Brownfield or Hall or both would consider that work a failure or at best a stopgap measure?

(A third that I didn't mention to her was the possibility that he didn't appreciate being told that he "wasn't qualified" to do the Ortho on my teeth, especially by a woman. It's another aspect of Dr. Brownfield that I admire pretty highly: establishing an independent practice in a specialized area of a field that is (to my limited observation) still rife with patriarchal attitudes while raising a pair of 2 year old twin boys).

She didn't agree with either of them outright but didn't disagree either, so I have a feeling that it's a combination of the two. Maybe this post should have been subtitled "Ego and Politics in Dentistry"

One of the other things that Dr. Brownfield has mentioned to me more than once is that my case is refreshing in that the history of the two teeth that are eventually going to have to be removed and replaced is a known one and that I'm at peace with that fact. She has told me of patients who, upon hearing such news, have refused to acknowledge that as a possibility, not understanding or being able to remember an incident that might be the underlying cause of the current need for the removal of the tooth and have burst into tears in the chair, left the office and weren't seen again by her for two years. At one point during one of our conversations when this came up I asked if there were one or more Psychology or Communications courses that were a part of the Dental School course load. She answered that there weren't, but that her Undergraduate degree was in Humanities, and that she finds herself using it every day, contrary to what many people say to her ("it's too bad that that degree is going to waste") when they find out that she has the degree and yet is a Dental Specialist.

I'll close this out before I think of another tangent to start rambling about. More after the follow up and potential additional scans/models.

Pheealzabraces: 8 days out

So here we are, a week and a day out from the first leg of this long arduous trek. The surgery went well, and I seem to be healing well and on schedule. There was a little bit of a scare on my part about a potential dry socket on Monday and Tuesday, but it appears to be some tenderness and bacteria build up due to the medicated rinse not getting to all the places it needs to, mainly due to my paranoia about swishing too hard and flushing a graft out of one of the sockets. Slightly more vigorous rinsing and local application of the rinse to the extraction areas seems to be doing the trick.

    I have to extend my appreciation to my buddy Clint who took me to the Dentist and got me home safely in my completely zonked out state, the details of which I remember absolutely nothing until we were back at the house. My only memory after falling asleep is one of waking up (I use the term very loosely, it was at most a state of 50% consciousness) and trying to scratch my nose while feeling a tugging on my lower right jaw. After about five or six attempts, each of which was gently deterred, I gave up with a weary sigh (probably only in my head) and fell back under.

    Clint got me settled in and fed me some Cottage Cheese and a chopped up hard boiled egg (he vetoed my request for some Bacon pieces), and once I was on the couch and not bouncing up every 30 seconds, left me to my own dozing, ice pack changing and baseball/Masters watching devices. Once I got my phone unlocked (Clint texted me asking for my phone pass code after he left the office and I told him that I had the fingerprint reader set up on it for both thumbs and index fingers, then promptly turned it off once I got into the operating room – it only unlocks with the passcode on restart – try that coming out of anesthesia) I added semi coherent postings to the mix between long cat naps. I’m sure my cat Bolt was a little unsure as to what exactly was going on. Time was a rather difficult concept for me to comprehend for the rest of the day. I’d close my eyes and open them after five seconds and it would be two hours later, but getting up to get a banana and come back to sit down and eat it seemed to take 45 minutes when in actuality only 10 passed at the most. I’m also pretty sure I stood in front of the freezer touching either side of my tongue with an ice cube because I could still feel absolutely nothing on the right side at 6 PM and was getting paranoid that a nerve had gotten severed. Yay drugs.

A couple other notable milestones directly related to these current events:

I had my last beer 11 days ago.
I had my last drink 8 days ago. (I’m not inclined to interfere with the Steroids and antibiotics that I’m on if they’ll help me heal faster and not get an infection)

The beard is back. I started growing it about a week before the extraction because I figured shaving would be an unpleasant prospect. The pain never got to that level, and it’s come in about as salt and peppery as I expected (although much slower than I remember it growing in the past), but it’s also garnered a couple compliments so I’m going to let it stay for a while.

My pain threshold seems to be unusually high (just been taking 400 mg of Ibuprofen four times a day, haven’t touched the Acetaminophen that was prescribed for pain), likely as a result of the experience of the wreck and my chest surgery when I was 12.

    I was back at work Friday afternoon and several people were pretty amazed that I was up, moving, and not swollen up like Rocky Balboa after his bout with Apollo Creed. My response was a simple shrug.

I go back to see Dr. Brownfield next Friday to see how I’m healing and to hopefully determine whether the next Surgery will be the left side alone or with the prep and to schedule it.

Pheealzabraces: A saga 25 years in the making.

    December, 1991: Our tale begins with a young student of technical theater studying at Temple University who spent his Summer and holiday breaks working first as a clerk/cashier at various Pennsylvania State Stores and later as a Casual Letter Carrier for his local suburban US Post Office.
   
    One morning, having gone out on an early mail collection run and mere blocks from the post office, young Phil decided that the travel mug of tea, which was in the letter tray and had tipped over while he was making a turn in his ancient postal jeep, was a higher priority than watching his path while in the middle of the turn. In the wink of an eye a parking meter was parallel with the ground, the front end of the jeep was wrapped around a telephone pole, and his face was forever changed due to its violent encounter with the steering wheel courtesy of the lack of a shoulder belt in the 1950’s era vehicle. Upon looking up in the rearview mirror and seeing his rearranged visage, including missing (actually merely displaced) teeth, panic ensued and he ran screaming back to the Post Office, where he burst into the sorting floor, shouted to all that could hear what had happened, and ran up stairs to the break/locker room to begin washing the blood off and surveying the damage.

    An ER and oral surgeon visit later, home, stitched and wired up, our hero was visited by several friends and convinced to venture out to see a movie. Not just any movie, but the latest offering from two rising young stars of the early 90s, Msrs, Depp and Rider (Edward Scissorhands). Not the best choice for someone who had just torn up his face and was still a bit loopy from the painkillers, it predictably ended with him balling his eyes out in the car after the viewing.

    Being young and healthy, recovery from the inflicted wounds was fairly quick and painless. the facial wounds healed with minimal scarring. The two teeth were reset, the bone healed, and root canals were subsequently performed on both of them.

    February, 2015: During a regular 6 month cleaning and checkup with my regular dentist, the hygenist noticed that the gums around the two dead teeth were bleeding at the slightest provocation. Some additional X-rays were taken and viewed immediately (computers are pretty amazing these days) and the dentist noted a “shadow” developing between the two teeth. We talked about a couple options, and I chose the Sonicare toothbrush and Waterpik ones. On the subsequent visit in August, things seemed to have settled down.

    February, 2016: The bleeding had returned, along with the shadow becoming more evident. The dentist introduced a new term to my vocabulary, “external resorption”. I was (understandably) concerned and intrigued.The process in question is one of the body secreting enzymes that essentially eat away at the tooth(teeth) from the outside. So the upshot of all this was that my body was done with the two dead teeth and was hastening their demise.

    March, 2016: I was referred to a dental specialist/periodontist, who confirmed the external resorption and broke the (not entirely unexpected) news that the two dead teeth were going to need to be extracted and replaced with an implant. Her biggest concern was that the resorption was occurring at the gum line and thus was affecting the bone as well. The subject of braces was raised. It was not the first time I had been asked about them. She (Lauren Brownfield, let’s introduce her, since she is a key player in current and future proceedings) wanted me to consider the option because of other problems with my teeth (which I always thought were in pretty good shape. Not perfect by any means, but better than some of the rickety grills I’ve seen on other people I’ve crossed paths with). Once the dead teeth were replaced with the implant, braces would be less effective due to the fact that the implant would not move like the other live teeth since it would be anchored into the jaw with a screw.

I went ahead and scheduled a consultation appointment with the Orthodontist she recommended (mainly because they work together on quite a few patients, I’ll get into that in a bit). He (Tom Hall, introduced for the same reason) identified several issues (cross bite, overbite and crowding in the lower front) that he said would only be more of an issue the longer I waited. I went ahead and got some scans done at his office as well as a dental imaging lab that same day. This was in addition to a 360 degree ct scan of my upper and lower jaw at Dr. Brownfield’s office the week before. Two days later at a follow up visit with Dr. Hall, I pretty much acquiesced to the fact that the braces were a necessity and began the discussion of which ones to go with and the financials and timeline/duration of the treatment. He also casually dropped the bomb of it probably being necessary to extract my wisdom teeth, which had all come in straight (a fact which I was probably a little too smugly proud of). When I inquired about why that might be necessary, he explained that they were actually evolutionarily obsolete, having developed through evolution to deal with all the dirt and rocks that were attached to the food we pulled out of the ground and ate immediately tens of thousands of years ago, and designed to be worn down significantly by this time in one’s life (I’m in my mid 40s, most of you know this already, and for those of you that don’t, hi, and which back then was ancient and close to the end of the line anyway) the upshot of which was that because they weren’t they were potentially impeding the fulcrum of my jaw’s motion. It seemed a logical explanation, but the one from Dr. Brownfield was a bit more sound.

    When I went to see her for the follow up that we had scheduled at the end of the first visit she concurred with Dr. Hall about the wisdom teeth, explaining that they would actually be an impediment to the other teeth moving as guided by the braces. We began to speak about the timeline of the extraction of said wisdom teeth as well as other surgery to prep the gums and bone for the braces, which she had initially mentioned during the first visit and which I had found intriguing.

    Essentially what she does (and is kind of a pioneer in, from what I understand) is make a series of incisions in the bone of the mandible (lower jaw) and maxilla (upper jaw) around all the teeth prior to the application of the braces. This stimulates bone reformation and gives the teeth more room to move where the braces are guiding them. Dr. Hall (rather cavalierly, imo) said that she could perform the extractions at the same time she did the prep surgery, but Dr. Brownfield was of a slightly different opinion, mainly because I have unusually deep roots, but also because extracting all four wisdom teeth AND performing the prep surgery would be a long time to have my jaw open all the way and might strain the hinges and muscles.

    So now I find myself a little over a week out from the first extraction surgery, wondering what it’s going to feel like running my tongue back along my jaw and only feeling three molars, wondering how much this is actually gonna hurt, wondering how annoying these Incognito braces are gong to be on the inside if my teeth, and wondering how crazy it’s gonna be to have a totally different smile

(Why) America (is) the Beautiful

Greetings. Long time.

So, I'm home from D and T Icehouse, a great craft beer bar which is a reboot of an age old neighborhood ice house in the Houston Heights, where I watched the Super Bowl between the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos tonight.

I'm seeing numerous posts on Twitter and other social media outlets about an ad for a certain soft drink that featured several people singing the song "America the Beautiful" in several different languages.

Predictably, the ad has resulted in numerous passionate  responses.

The ad and commentary can be seen here: http://crooksandliars.com/2014/02/coke-super-bowl-commercial-causes-right-0?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

I'm not going to try to dissect what the original intent of the ad agency and the soft drink company was in making the choices about the script of the ad. All I can comment on is how I interpreted it:

It was fine.

All the languages that verses to the song were sung in are spoken in the U. S.

There is no official language in the U. S.

If an official language is ever declared in the U. S., it better be two languages, because Spanish has always been a secondary language here, and may soon be on an equal footing with English.

THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN BE DONE TO STOP THIS.

The current immigration and economic policies of the U. S. dictate this. People can talk all they want about (predominantly) Spanish speaking (illegal) immigrants "taking" jobs from honest (white) Americans, but they are jobs that no white American would last a week at (just ask Georgia farmers).

This country was founded on the principle of it being a haven for prosecution of many types. Predominantly religious prosecution, but also economic, social, etc. Of course, the founders continued the fine traditions of European prosecution on the Natives of this land, but that's a subject for another post.

The point I want to make here in my post Super Bowl more than slightly buzzed state is that if we as a nation are going to start acting in a Draconian Nationalistic Isolationist manner, we need to redefine ourselves as something other than a country that welcomes with open arms your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Yes, the United States was founded by a predominantly White, Protestant  majority. But the structure of the ruling coalition is bound to change, and the worst (yet unfortunately easiest) reaction to this change is resistance, which only brings about strife and makes the inevitable change more contentious and difficult.

There is nothing wrong with diversity. There is nothing wrong with people speaking different languages. If something needs to happen badly enough, the lines of communication will be established to make it happen. And the sooner it is accepted that the U. S. is a bilingual society (and it is already), the more smoothly and efficiently it will operate as a member of the global community.

I know it's easy for me to write these sentiments living down here in the Gulf coast region of Texas, but I'm pretty sure the conditions are the same in varying degrees throughout the U. S. The sooner we all let go of any preconceptions we hold of the U. S. and (maybe) take a Spanish (or other appropriate) language course, the wider our eyes will open and the smoother our paths will seem.

Random Memory Triggers

The phenomenon of social media is still making its inroads on my life, being a member of the generation that knows just enough to be aware of what’s happening in the early part of this new century, but old enough to not quite be on the up and up in terms of the pace of the development and change of technology and said media.

To wit, Twitter and an application, or APP, known as Untpped, which allows a user to check in whenever they imbibe a malt based alcoholic beverage, for the purposes of networking with persons of similar inclination (fellow drunks) and also various commercial interests (brewers, distributors, advertisers, etc.) was key to a flood of memories recently.

After checking in during a late breakfast following a yard work session I engaged in a discussion of the subject beverage of the check in in question and proceeded to engage in an exercise of metaphor mixed with memory that dug deeper than I expected it to. The beverage in question was an anomaly of a beer which called itself a stout and looked like a stout, but upon consumption drank like a lager and had similar effect. In my discussion on Twitter with a fellow beer aficionado I likened the illusion to hearing the knocking of a diesel engine behind you and turning around expecting to see a large truck and instead seeing a small Volkswagen diesel powered car.

This was drawn from an actual episode in which the event in question occurred. After my family moved from Kansas City, Mo to the Philadelphia area my Father, Brother and I would take an annual road trip back to KCMO to visit his parents and give our Mother a break from the Testosterone fest she had to deal with for the other 50 weeks of the year. It was on one of these trips, during an early morning in a motel parking lot, that I heard that exact sound and turned around actually looking up to see above the tall grille of the Freightliner or Peterbuilt Semi Tractor that I expected to see there (I was enamored with the big truck and was considering a life on the road as a driver at the time) and instead being disappointed by the sight of a diesel powered VW Rabbit idling in the next parking space. My Dad laughed to split a gut, and I had to grin myself.

I hadn’t thought of that moment in several years, and actually had gotten to a point where days could go by without me thinking about my Dad (which I understand is an advanced step in the process of dealing with the death of a loved one) but once I realized where that memory came from and started reflecting on it, I realized how much I still wish he were around.

None of this is bad, just unexpected in terms of the cause of the stimuli. I think that any thing that these new technologies and interactive media formats do to help preserve contact between people is extremely valuable. We are ,and always will be, social animals, no matter how much we try to hide behind our keyboards and terminals. We long for contact and interaction on some level or another.

The struggle contiues (and the stakes get higher)...