Many years ago, while on active duty Air Force, I was involved in an airplane accident that required major reconstructive surgery on my face, jaw, nose and cheekbones. I don't look a horror because the work was done from inside my mouth. Last October, I cracked a tooth while eating an M&M candy. Ouch. Yesterday, yes it takes that long to get an appointment at my local VA. My dentist knows from xrays that below that tooth is a metal plate that is screwed into my jaw bone to hold the lower jaw in place. He attempted to do a root canal and found out that the last screw is drilled into this tooth. After I got my hands from around his neck, and with a thousand apologies, he and I agreed I need to see an oral surgeon to do the remainder of this root canal. The joy of all joys is because of the flap last week with me calling my other VA doctor from a phone number I got from a piece of paper stuck to the missing secretaries chair, that doctor cancelled all my prescriptions, including the pain meds the dentist had waiting for me for after this much fun.
Needless to say I will be drinking my Ensure for a few weeks while this jaw heals again. Then I have to get a crown put on that tooth. That was my only remaining real tooth, all others are implanted crowns, my teeth got smashed out in the accident.
Please say an extra prayer for me as I sip my Ensure and live on Tylenol!