So, had nothing gone wrong, I would have all the implant work, top and bottom, done now.
Instead, there are still temporaries up top that keep being trimmed down as new and interesting(1) problems keep coming up.
For all that I am a bigmouth, my actual mouth is fucking tiny. Way tiny. 'Use the kiddie tools' tiny. 'We don't make a mold frame that small so the dentist had to kitbash one' tiny.
This also means 'not a whole lot of bone to fuck around with'.
This also means 'well we don't do implants in tiny children so there are a limited range of sizes for implant posts, and we're already using the very smallest they make and they're still a bit big for you'.
We could have been closer to the finish line here, but the implants on one side failed early in the year, ***avoid this detail dental phobics***
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since the initial extraction ripped out large chunks of jawbone with the teeth in that area. Not the first time this has happened, either; apparently when I grind my teeth, the cracks that form have a bad habit of fusing with the jawbone trying to 'heal'. Nnnnnngh!
Just before Covid hit, they did bone grafts. There are a lot of options to use here, but I could have gone my whole life not knowing they weren't using coral or the synthetics, but... donor bone. THANKS GUYS NOW I'M FRANKENSTEIN'S CHOMPSTER.
They wanted to check on them bi-weekly to ensure they took... but then everything closed for months. Welp.
Temporary piece cracks AGAIN, and in a way that breaks one of the posts, so it now needs to be replaced. FUCK ME. This 3-6 month process for the top is now on month 14 or 15.
I go in to see what's what. They do xrays and a full 360... I don't actually know if it's a catscan or some kind of head-only MRI, but they do it. 'Welp, the grafts didn't go well, so we can maybe put one post over there and it'll have to do'.
Yesterday -- my poor husband's birthday, no less -- we go in with a plan: remove newly broken post, put in one post in the previously grafted area.
There is suddenly a new plan. Remove the newly broken one and graft that, place the one he knows he can on the other side, AND put in a second over there surrounded by graft material at the same time to all heal up at once.
Again, the moment he starts working, he realizes the scans were not showing him anything remotely like what was going on in there. NOT the first time this has happened; it's happened to him 3x now with me and it's happened with another oral surgeon years ago. My skull is apparently x-ray-defying levels of fucking WEIRD, so he has to improvise along to a plan #3.
I'm further frankenboned.
Two new posts are in... one to be placed later, after months of the other graft healing, which, IF EVERYTHING WORKS THIS TIME, means that 3-6 month process will have taken 2 years.
My face is so swollen on the left that, if I look down at the keyboard, I can see how huge my cheek is in my lower peripheral vision, in the way that you can sorta see your nose when glancing in certain directions.
Ow. Ow? Fucking ow.
Frankenbone, titanium and something (some kind of porcelain I think, we couldn't afford the zirconium obvs) teeth, weird custom organ from years ago. This shit is all very Cyberpunk 2020, and while conveniently it is 2020, I would have preferred the magic robospine and those color-changing fingernails from The 5th Element if I had to be a cyborg or a flesh golem.
- Interesting in that 'may you live in interesting times' sense of the word.