By the time you read this I will be in the chair at the Oral Surgeon to have my implant placed. There are certainly more fun ways to spend the Friday of your Spring Break!
After refusing to go down the implant road for a very longtime, I have finally had to give in to the inevitable. But my hands were more than a little tied, as it's one of my front teeth and I'm way too young still to be living with a denture.
I have had issues with this particular tooth since the age of 18, after 2 failed root treatments, 2 Apicectomy surgeries (almost unheard of) and a crown for over 20 years. But the death knell for it came when I fell flat on my face about 2 years ago and bumped it again. I cracked what little root structure was left and had a permanently draining abcess that would come and go for over a year.
Finally last September it had to go and I had a long avoided decision to make. A permanent denture at 43yrs, or the discomfort of going through an implant. After much persuasion from my Dental Technician brother, plus not wanting my teeth in a glass just yet, I took the plunge. So it was pulled, bone grafting was done and I sank into a depression for a few days at the gap in the front of my mouth.
But I have to say the healing went well, the graft took nicely and I adjusted to putting my one tooth on the bedside table at night, knowing it was just a temporary fix.
I seem to have found an excellent surgeon and so I am really not too worried about having the implant, implanted today. Plus I am partaking of a little gas and air to take the edge off the whole experience. And it means three months from now I will be able to have my new crown put in, and finally be able to quit worrying about putting my front tooth in, if we have an emergency in the middle of the night!
Only the Hubster and one other little person have seen my gap these past 6 months.
At school one day, a Kindergartner fell on her face and bumped her nose and chin. She was distraught, pretty scraped up and no amount of sitting her on my knee and talking would calm her. So finally I told her I had a BIG secret to show her, but only if she took a deep breath and stopped crying. I made her promise she wouldn't tell anyone our secret and wide-eyed she agreed. Then I popped my fake tooth out and smiled, her little face was a total picture and she instantly was full of questions and forgot her own upset. It worked a treat!
The next day her teacher told me that Baylee had sidled up to her that morning and informed her that Miss Sarah had a big secret, but she knew what it was and she could never tell anyone. And as far as I know she never has lol!