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| Taken right after the surgery. I had my phone on camera mode to look at my face, and thought I'd document it since this is my last of a looooong line of dental surgeries- none of which were documented. |
Bone graft and gum membrane graft done again, today. This was dental surgery number.... I have no idea. I think close to either #6 or #7..
I'm so over having stitches in my mouth, the taste of blood, the swelling, and the mind-numbing P A I N!!
It's so intense. I'm so sore. I feel like I'm reliving the accident after every procedure.
I did it to myself, though.
Don't play hide & seek in the rain, in the mud, climb down from the roof of a two story house, onto the wrap around porch, slip in mud, land face first on a wrought iron grate knocking your three front {adult} teeth out and expect to just walk away....
This is a similar build of my great grandmothers house where my accident happened. Her house was built against a mountain, so you could literally walk around the porch to the back, climb up the railing, and onto the side of the mountain, climb up a few feet, turn around and walk on to the roof.
It. Was. Awesome!
It was also raining, and I was rushing back down during a game of hide and seek, slipped, fell HARD landing right on my mouth, knocked my three front adult teeth (root and all) and fractured my Maxilla jaw bone.
I was in shock but I needed someone to come so I screamed for help; I had no idea I had knocked my teeth out. I turned around and saw my sister first. The look on her face scared me. She pointed out that I had blood everywhere and started crying. I looked down at my shirt soaked in blood and started getting very dizzy, and that's right around the time the pain started in...
The fire dept. was called and I remember being duck taped down to the gurney and then carried down the flight of stairs leading to the ambulance.
At the station I was asked a series of (concussion) questions: my name, date, my parents names, president... Then I was taken all the way to the Flagstaff, and then eventually down to the east valley for surgery.
I was given a temporary "flipper" to wear and kept it for way too long. I wore that flipper for the next fourteen years before finally buckling down and scheduling the grueling, gruesome, grievous, agonizingly painful series of surgeries to not only insert implants into my jaw (using screws... Guess where those go) but also to repair my jaw bone...
That's the story.
Don't run in the mud. The consequences are painful. And expensive!!
Fortunately I have a husband who loves me despite my dental needs, and is not only willing to pay the price, but is also willing to play Mr Mom to our three kiddos while I recover from each surgery...
And children who visit me to cheer me up...
Aiden liked this picture because his hand is invisible...
EYE love this kid.
