Thursday, April 16, 2009

Good News and Bad News

The Matron went to that Litlte Shoppe of Dental Horror, prepared.    You see, immediately following, it was her turn to be on duty for the children's Tech Week break, conveniently located at the 4-6 time slot.  

Prepared?  She brought extra contacts in case hers dried out from crying or scrunching eyes shut and a clean shirt in case she bled out one more time, in case the last one didn't prove to be sufficient thrill.  

But friends?  

The good news is that you all clearly tapped into the Power that is God-Allah-Oprah-Buddha-Universe.  The novacaine?  Worked like a charm.  The implant?  Went in perfectly!  The blood?  Stayed inside the body where it was warmer.  Thank you!!

The bad news?  She had absolutely no idea until today at 3 pm that the new tooth is a temporary, waiting for the implant (screw) to integrate with the tissue.  In the SIX #%(#* month interim, she may not bite upon or put any pressure upon said front temporary tooth, lest the 'integrating' implant come undone.  

Come undone!  Back to the retainer!?  Which the Matron was handed in a solid little box and instructed to safeguard, sorta like the Queen's Jewels.  And here she thought she could melt it in the microwave and bury it.  Grrrrrrr.

Six months will mean just about one year of this spin through Alice's Wonderland Whirl.    How long did Kathy Bates imprison her writer in Mercy?  That's the Matron!

But she thanks you from the bottom of her crusty little heart for your good energy.  She FELT it.  Really.  Love and kindness is even better than xanax (which has quite worn off, darn it).

For the moment, she is reacquainting herself with the roof of her mouth and various sounds, like "ch" and "S" and is, despite the ordeal and the potential dangers ahead -- happy!  

8 comments:

smalltownmom said...

Not the greatest news you wanted, but thank the PTB that you made it through unscathed. So we'll gear up for another massive good thoughts session in 6 months? It will be HUGE.

witchypoo said...

Just so you know? That tingling in your lady bits? Wasn't me. Some of my guides are horndogs though.

Eric Smith said...

You have exhibited courage beyond understanding. I haven't been to the dentist in 3 years and may never go again, especially after reading part 1 of your saga.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

All of this torment and I'd bet they're charging you a pretty penny for it!

Take a day off, Mary--you've earned it.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Gawd. I'm going in on the 24th for my oral surgery. Stitches in for four days. I will be hungry, huh?

I'm glad the good vibes worked for you. I just want the Xanax.

Professor J said...

Whew. I'm glad you're through this part of the ordeal.

Lynda said...

And it was a good day!

The Gossamer Woman said...

You sure got fooled, didn't you? Never trust a dentist.