Wisdom Teeth Drama
Oh my, I'm kind of
Okay, so, this is my second consult. My actual dentist said I really needed to have them out ASAP and referred us to this fellow in Boardman. So, we went there and he was all, "Yeah! Have them out! Now! Soon! Money! Yay!" And it was this sketchy little hole in the wall type place. But he was apparently good. (And I might be exaggerating his blind enthusiasm a bit, I confess.
He said it would be a little more difficult than usual, but no big deal.
And then our insurance decided that no, they in fact would not work with him.
Sooo... no go.
After much research and asking around, Dad settled on these people in Youngstown. The office was very nice, the receptionists very friendly and professional, and the doctor himself very presentable, dapper, and well spoken. So, clearly I felt more at ease here.
Until he said that, despite being an "adventurous guy" and having 26 years of practice under his belt, he would not go anywhere near my teeth. In particular, the bottom left. The root is basically a very distinct hook and is wrapped up in this nerve that branches off and affects the left side of my mouth and part of my tongue. There is a "very, very high" chance I would walk away with a speech impediment. And my smile would be permanently lopsided, possibly quite a bit, depending on the damage.
Um. Excuse me??
He said, "There's a 50/50 chance that would improve over time, but there's no telling how long it would take and how much of an improvement." UM. WHAT?
So, ultimately, he suggested not touching them. The top two will be coming in eventually and, with proper care, should be fine. The bottom two, while obviously impacted, would probably not give me any tremendous troubles. They're stuck where they are. Not going anywhere. Whatever. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?
BUT he gave us two names of "excellent" oral surgeons in the area (aka, Pittsburgh), who might be more comfortable performing the procedure with my circumstances.
So, dad and I leave the little examining room and follow this nurse/receptionist/whatever woman. Here's me, thinking we were just going to settle our payment for the day, when she asks, "So, will you want to be put to sleep, then?" Um. Again, what?? I was confused and looked at dad, trying to gauge his understanding. He just nodded and said, "I think that's probably the best, yeah."
Did I completely miss something here?? I thought it wasn't happening! The guy JUST SAID!
So. Tomorrow at 10am, I will be having my apparently precariously placed wisdom teeth removed, hooked root and all. What the fuck?
If I have a speech impediment and lopsided smile... I'm living at home the rest of my life and watching my Stargate DVD's. Maybe I'm superficial, but fuck that.
Okay, so, this is my second consult. My actual dentist said I really needed to have them out ASAP and referred us to this fellow in Boardman. So, we went there and he was all, "Yeah! Have them out! Now! Soon! Money! Yay!" And it was this sketchy little hole in the wall type place. But he was apparently good. (And I might be exaggerating his blind enthusiasm a bit, I confess.
He said it would be a little more difficult than usual, but no big deal.
And then our insurance decided that no, they in fact would not work with him.
Sooo... no go.
After much research and asking around, Dad settled on these people in Youngstown. The office was very nice, the receptionists very friendly and professional, and the doctor himself very presentable, dapper, and well spoken. So, clearly I felt more at ease here.
Until he said that, despite being an "adventurous guy" and having 26 years of practice under his belt, he would not go anywhere near my teeth. In particular, the bottom left. The root is basically a very distinct hook and is wrapped up in this nerve that branches off and affects the left side of my mouth and part of my tongue. There is a "very, very high" chance I would walk away with a speech impediment. And my smile would be permanently lopsided, possibly quite a bit, depending on the damage.
Um. Excuse me??
He said, "There's a 50/50 chance that would improve over time, but there's no telling how long it would take and how much of an improvement." UM. WHAT?
So, ultimately, he suggested not touching them. The top two will be coming in eventually and, with proper care, should be fine. The bottom two, while obviously impacted, would probably not give me any tremendous troubles. They're stuck where they are. Not going anywhere. Whatever. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?
BUT he gave us two names of "excellent" oral surgeons in the area (aka, Pittsburgh), who might be more comfortable performing the procedure with my circumstances.
So, dad and I leave the little examining room and follow this nurse/receptionist/whatever woman. Here's me, thinking we were just going to settle our payment for the day, when she asks, "So, will you want to be put to sleep, then?" Um. Again, what?? I was confused and looked at dad, trying to gauge his understanding. He just nodded and said, "I think that's probably the best, yeah."
Did I completely miss something here?? I thought it wasn't happening! The guy JUST SAID!
So. Tomorrow at 10am, I will be having my apparently precariously placed wisdom teeth removed, hooked root and all. What the fuck?
If I have a speech impediment and lopsided smile... I'm living at home the rest of my life and watching my Stargate DVD's. Maybe I'm superficial, but fuck that.