a trip to the periodontist

Well, more than one trip.

Actually, quite a long story. And a boring story. But it’s bothering me so I’m writing about it anyway!

About a year ago, my dentist recommended I see a periodontist due to receding gums. She thought I might possibly need a frenectomy to stop the recession. This would involve trimming some of the little flaps of skin that connect the inside of my cheek to my gums.

The idea of this crazy surgery was not something I was running towards … so I put it off. The periodontist she referred me to was out of my plan, so six months later at my next appointment the hygienist recommended another.

Also not in my plan.

I finally just picked a periodontist, and saw him a few weeks ago.

He determined the frenum were not the cause, rather, my bite. I have caught myself clenching while awake, and am pretty sure I clench (if not grind) my teeth in my sleep. The doctor confirmed that as I bite and/or grind, I’m essentially wiggling my teeth.

Great.

He was quick to suggest I need a gum graft which sounds highly painful and unpleasant. Also probably very expensive, and probably not covered by insurance.

He said he’d make me a night guard to wear to prevent further damage from whatever it is I’m doing in my sleep.

Before I left, they set me up with a surgery date and a pre-surgery appointment (which was today).

This is even more freaky than the first surgery option.

After the appointment, I did a little searching. Most examples of this surgery I found were performed on recession far more advanced than my own. On this periodontist’s Web site, he lists gum grafts as cosmetic surgery.

Huh. The recession doesn’t bother me at all. It isn’t visible when I smile. I don’t have any sensitivity issues.

Still, I decided to keep the appointment since I do still need to do something to prevent further damage. (I am sure this surgery has a time and place!)

However, once I told the periodontist I did not want to do the surgery unless it was medically necessary (will my teeth fall out?), that was it. He told me to go back to my regular dentist for a mouth guard.

Yet he would have fit me if I went through with the procedure.

Actually, shouldn’t we address the problem first, anyway, before any surgical repair? Won’t I start immediately causing damage again?

Something just feels scummy about this. Was I not worth his time if I was not going to be handing over wads of cash?

I’m not sure if I want to go back to my dentist for this, since she misdiagnosed me in the first place …

I’m getting another opinion. And I’m not going back to this guy!

jamaica was wonderful

What a fabulous resort!

Food was great, drinks were great, and we were in the second-highest room category (jacuzzi suite!) — over $1,000 savings by letting the resort choose where we go!

We loved it so much, though, that it might be hard rolling the dice again next time …

We befriended three other couples that all got married last week — and attended all their weddings! (I felt a bit underdressed in shorts, tank top and floppy hat!)

It’s tough to be back, but we do have a bit of a reminder — today it was hotter in the DC area than it was in Jamaica!

catching up

Phew, it’s been a busy couple of weeks.

After coming home from the marathon, I worked for a few days and then headed out to Ocean City, MD. One of my best friends from college is getting married in July, and a few of us rented a condo over a long weekend for her bachelorette party.

I’ve been back for a few days, but, work has been hectic since I’ll be heading off to Jamaica on Sunday!

Really, I never have this much going on all at once … it’s crazy and my blog has suffered!

I’m sure lots of funny things have happened that I meant to write up that I’ve since forgotten. Though, I haven’t forgotten everything …

While getting ready to leave for Ocean City:

Hubby: “If you see a giant hot dog, you have to take a picture of it!”

Me: (blank stare)

Hubby: “You’ll know it when you see it!”

Me: “Um, OK…”

After arriving in Ocean City, walking on the boardwalk with one of my girlfriends:

Me: “The Giant Hot Dog! That’s what he was talking about!”

creepy hot dog

Hubby discovered the Hot Dog during his bachelor party in Ocean City. Some time between now and then, it was stolen as part of a senior prank.

creepy hot dogApparently while it was gone, it was also vandalized.

Poor Hot Dog’s not looking so hot these days, but I’m sure it was always disturbing.

He’s pouring ketchup on his head with a hungry look on his face.

That’s just not right!

race photo

Well, Cecily, I’m sure you were looking forward to a closer picture … but everything else the race posted has their proof mark going through my legs!

So this is all you’re getting for now. Hopefully my friends will come through with some better pictures once they are downloaded/developed!

I am impressed, though — this race had a lot of cameras on the course. Usually I only appear in a handful, but there are a lot this time, and even one or two I might consider purchasing from them.

I was pretty bad about documenting the weekend myself. I only took a few pictures of pigs!