Hai, y'all! It's Saturday night, time for good Kossacks to trot out their problems and get some hugs and support. If you're new to our little playpen, WYFP is an acronym for "What's your fucking problem?"
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
My FP this week is my oral surgeon. He's an excellent surgeon, no doubt about it, but he did something on Tuesday that's left me gobsmacked and more than a little pissed off. Our "date" was for him to give me three implants for the eventual restoration of missing upper molars. The bone in my upper jaw is in good shape, so it was to be a simple procedure of what I'd compare to carpentry: Make a little slit in the gum, put a screw in the jaw, and stitch the little slit. Do that three times and call it a day. He
did do that, but that's not all he did. No, Ma'am.
Like 7-10% of Americans, I have places on my jaws where bone has overgrown, creating what dentists call tori. Mine look kind of like this, only mine are - were! - a bit smaller and located on either side of the upper jaw. Tori rarely cause problems, and when they don't bother you, it's best if you don't bother them. Removal of a torus is not a pleasant surgery: the gum is cut away from the teeth and peeled back to expose the bone, which is scaled down to size. Then the gum tissue is sutured back down, with the sutures removed after a week or so. The stitches go between the teeth and wrap around the base of each tooth. Healing is painful, hygiene is problematic, eating is virtually impossible if a bilateral procedure is done, and there is significant risk of infection.
My oral surgeon decided to "throw in" removal of my two maxillary tori. Bless his heart! I've spent the days since on a liquid diet, doing complicated rinses and muttering under my breath. I was too sedated to fight with him when I woke up this way, but you can bet yer ass he and I are going to have a chat next week.
Now it's your turn. What's your FP this fine Saturday night?