Effective January 1st, 2019, I would have health insurance. My HMO offered dental, so the hunt began for a dentist. I found one in February after about a month of searching (Dear HMO, please update your provider directory…), and scheduled an appointment.
She was nice, this new dentist. She took some x-rays and while she waited, she began to set me up for a cleaning. Meanwhile, I told her everything. “Let’s get these cleaned up and see what we’re working with here.” She said. She only got to clean one tooth…because a piece of tooth broke under her instrument. She wasn’t even applying a lot of pressure.
The x-rays finished uploading. My entire upper jaw was bright, bright white….infection. 90% of my lpower jaw was infected as well. She looked at me and said, “I think you’re right. Now seems a good time to throw in the towel.”
I would remain on antibiotics until the date of my surgery four months later. They weren’t enough to clear out the infection. It was a matter of keeping it under control…to keep me alive. My health? It had declined even more. I was seeing an eye specialist because I had lost 60% of the vision in my left eye. I had no depth perception in that eye either. A lot of scary things were being thrown at me. “Maybe there’s a tumor pressing on the optic nerve. Maybe you have MS. Maybe you have an asymptomatic aneurysm.” I had an ultrasound of my eyeball. Those feel incredibly weird, let me tell you. My fatigue was constant. The abscess pressing on my sinus had grown. I felt like a ticking time bomb, to be honest. I couldn’t function and to this day I am not entirely sure why I tried to put on a normal face and let people think I was just this awful failure of a person when I should have just said “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t do that. I can’t do much of anything except breathe and try my best to do all the things I’m supposed to do.”
And because I couldn’t do those things…my self-loathing grew. I called every oral surgeon in a 20 mile radius and not one took my insurance. In April…I found one an hour away. I was scheduled for a consult the following week and then, I had to wait for the proper pre-approvals from insurance. ten agonizing days I waited for news, for a date when I could expect a light in the dark, dark tunnel. And then, it came. June 12th.
I’d like to say that everything was better and hunky dory after my surgery…but it wasn’t. I still had hurdles.
This is part four of a series. I said there were only two left but eh, maybe there’s two more after this.