Oral Update, 02/08/2008

I went to the oral surgeon on Friday for a quick check up. Everything looked good, just like he wanted. So I go back in August for another check up and x-rays. Thanks to everyone who has been praying.

Memories

Stephanie and I are leading a Homebuilder's Bible study on Thursday's right now. Between sessions there are assignments for each of the couples to do. This past week, part of the assignment involved looking at your wedding photo album together. I enjoyed the walk down memory lane as we looked at our album and one from the same time period. I thought I would share a couple of pictures from those two albums.

First up is a picture of me taken about three days before the wedding at the lake near our university.

The thought that comes to my mind is, "Who is that young kid?"

The second picture is of me (again) and my groomsmen. From left to right they are Sean, Marc, Mr. Kid, Tim (the best man) and Kieth.

Two thoughts come to mind, "Look how young we all were." and, "Wow, I'm short."

Ah, good memories. But I wouldn't want to go back and have to give up where I am now, with my wonderful wife and three wonderful kids.

P.S. Click on the pictures to see a larger and/or clear, view of them.

Pain Through En-Light-enment

This past Wednesday (1/23/2008), I went with my friend Andy and six other guys from our church to play laser tag at Lazer Gate. Andy and I are probably 10+ years older than the other six guys who are all in college or just recently graduated.

We played two games, each twenty minutes long. It was so much fun! We played in teams. I was on the red team both times. For the first game, it was just the 8 of us, so we played four on four. For the second game we had another ten people join us, so there were three teams.

Each person wore a vest that contained the energy source (i.e. batteries), lights (with the color of your team - red, blue or yellow), sensors and the phaser attached to it. There was a sensor (the target for someone who's gunning for ya) on the front and back and on each shoulder of the vest, as well as two on the phaser. The phaser was designed so that you had to hold it with two hands in order to fire it. The goal of the game - to shoot the enemy without getting shot (of course). If you got shot, then your phaser was deactivated for 15 seconds.

The arena is dark, lit by black lights, with a few distracting flashing lights around. And of course there is loud music, which helps mask your movements but also the movements of others. The arena has two levels. On one end is a maze of walls, both levels. There are no steps, just ramps going up and down between the levels. At the other end of the arena, catwalks comprise the second level while the first level has various hiding spots.

It's a really intense experience. Maybe because we don't do this often, but we didn't stick together and work as a team very much. It was basically every man for himself, assisting your team mates if the opportunity presented itself but nothing coordinated like a well-trained SWAT team.

The computer system kept track of everything - how many times you fired, how many of those resulted in hits, who you hit, where you hit them, who hit you, where they hit you, etc. It's pretty cool. All of these factors add up to a score. After each game you receive your scorecard, based on the name tag on your vest. The vest I used for both games had the name Aurora. Below are my two score cards (you will note on the second scorecard that it is even possible for someone to receive a negative score).

First Game

Second Game

I think I did pretty well - number 3 both games. The number one and two slots were held by the same two guys both games as well, - Seth and Eddie, respectively. I won't mention where my friend Andy ranked :-).

It was a lot of hard work. I was dripping sweat. And the legs, Oh the legs! Specifically the quadriceps. We did a lot of squatting, crouching and running in a crouched position, trying to present as small a target as possible. The catwalks and many of the ramps only had half walls on them, so you tried to keep the shoulder sensors below the level of the wall. All that adds up to a lot of work for the quads, especially for this desk jockey. By the end of the first game my legs were burning and I could feel them starting to tremble. Half way through the second game I started wondering how much longer was the game going to last because I was not sure I could go down one more ramp without collapsing.

At the end of that second game I knew I was done. However, none of the younger guys seems anxious to go for a third, so that was the end. Driving home, I set the cruise control so as to take the strain off of my right leg.

As bad as the pain was that night, it was so much worse the next three days. My quads were so sore that it was painful to walk and almost excruciating when navigating stairs. The handrail became my best friend. Though I've never played football, I imagine that doing two-a-days must make you feel something like this. Today was the first day I could walk up and down stairs without having to hold onto the handrail, either to support myself or as a precaution lest my legs give out. The pain is down to the level where I would expect if I had had a really good weight-training work out - sore but tolerable.

I was glad to find out that it wasn't just me, the old man, who's legs were hurting. Seth, who blew everyone one away in points both games and is still in college, was just as bad as me. In fact, he still was holding onto the hand rail at church today. He told a story on himself - on Thursday or Friday he was going to cross the road, trying to beat a street sweeper, but when he started to run, his right leg just didn't work and he collapsed onto the road. Don't worry, he's fine, he didn't end up in the tangles of the sweeper's brushes.

Seth asked me today if I would be willing to go again. I replied to give me about a month to fully recover and then I would be willing to go again.

Oral Update from 01/25/2008

I went to the oral surgeon on Friday at 11:30 a.m. He took a look and like what he saw. The fistula was nearly gone. So I'm going back in two weeks (Feb. 8th). If things still look good, then I will go back in three months.

Thanks to all who have been praying. Keep it up.

Oral Update, 01/23/2008

Just to give a brief update for those who are curious - the stay of execution has been extended until this Friday. At last week's visit I had a small fistula that he wanted to see what it would do. Well, it went away for a few days but came back Sunday afternoon. As a friend commented at church on Sunday, Sundays seem to be the days that things happen around The Tooth (as I'm starting to think of it).

The fistula that came back was a little smaller than the one last week, so the oral surgeon wants to see, again, what it does. He's still hoping to save The Tooth. So I'm going back at 11:30 a.m. Friday. If the fistula is bigger, then the execution date will be set. If not, this wait and see thing may continue to stretch on. I'm praying that it's gone completely.

January 17, 2008 Update

I guess it's about time that I gave an update on how things are going.

• My tooth. I know that everyone is waiting anxiously on the edge of their seats as to how my tooth is doing. I had an appointment to see the oral surgeon Monday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. So I walk into the doctor's office and the receptionist looks at me and says, "Oh, the doctor's gone to the hospital [to see a patient]. He must not have seen your appointment on the calendar." Great, thanks for not using the two telephone numbers I supplied to you to call and tell me. Anyway, so I rescheduled for the next morning. I went in and he took a look. I was still having some fluid pooling in a fistula but since it was only a quarter of the size of the one from the previous week that he amputated, he said that was a good sign. He thought it might still be caused by the body filling in the gap left by the removal of the infectious material. So he wants to see me next Tuesday after I've been off of the antibiotics for a week. My tooth has been given a stay of execution for another week and the drama drags on. Stay rooted to this blog next week to see if my tooth gets to stay rooted.
• Last week we had our first Homebuilder's Bible study. We had a good turn out - four other couples besides us. One couple has been married longer than we have, one couple is fairly newly married and two couples are engaged. I'm praying that God will use this study to strengthen all of our relationships, cause none of us is perfect yet. Unfortunately this week we had to cancel the study due to two couples being away and one couple calling in the day off to say he was puking. Yes, please stay home.
• In case your interested, I think I'm in danger of becoming a computer widower. My wife now has someone else to share in her love of blogging, Sally, her new laptop. I guess I shot myself in the foot be getting her such a nice, new and fast one. I should have saved a lot of money by buying some used bargain laptop that moves slower than me shoveling the driveway. Actually, she did share Sally with me last night so that I could play a computer game - Lord of the Rings: Battle for Middle Earth II. My dad got it for me over a year ago but I never could play it because we did not have a computer that met the minimum requirements. Now we have Sally. Only Sally and Stephanie are attached at the finger tips, so I have to beg, borrow or guilt her into allowing me to utilize some of Sally's CPU cycles. One day, I will have a Harry or a Lightning.
  

5 Weird Things About Me

Gee, I never thought I would write a post exclusively about the weird facts concerning me. Thanks to my wife who tagged me, I am now.

1. I have a neurosis regarding pens. I must know where all of my pens are or I start to get anxious, not a lot but enough that I will exert a good deal of effort to locate the missing pen.
2. I really don't like the cold, yet I've lived in New England for ten years. Go figure. I'm the first guy to put on the long johns and the last guy to take them off.
3. Similar to my friend Leslie, I like even numbers and multiples of fives (yes, another neurosis - are they contagious?). Evens are better than fives, but fives are acceptable because they are one of two halves of tens. Unlike her, this does not just apply to the volume but to any number of things. If at all possible, I choose a number that fits this criteria. Thank goodness this post is about FIVE weird things and not three or seven!
4. As an extension of number three, I like things to get used evenly. For example, I like to try and rotate through my undershirts, making sure each gets worn in turn. If I put up my clean undershirts, which rarely happens as Stephanie will attest to, I will put the clean ones at the bottom of the stack so that the ones on the bottom have their fair chance at being worn. Again, this is not a really strong neurosis, so my laziness overcomes it most of the time in the example given and I don't care enough to take back the laundry duties from my wonderful wife (though, in my defense, I do assist on those occasions that I'm asked or when laundry is being done while I'm at home). It does apply to other areas too.
   
5. I can sing "This is the Day that the Lord has Made" in three different languages. With all the people I knew at my university who could speak Spanish fluently, I should have gotten one of them to teach me and I would know it in four.
   

As a bonus item, number 6 (making it an even number :D), I must be weird to share five personal items of weirdness with anyone who cares to read them. I'm a guy, this is too much personal information being divulged at once. Some of these probably have not even been clearly articulated to my wife of ten years - surprise honey, you married a weird man.

So that I'm not the lone guy on this trail of tagging, I'll tag Mr. E at Thoughts from ME and Scott at Honey, I Fed The Kids!.

Oral Update, 01/07/2008

So I went to the oral surgeon today, expecting that he would take one look at the newly forming fistula and declare that an extraction was necessary. To my surprise, he did not.

He did take a pair of scissors and cut off the new fistula, squeezing all of the liquid out from within the gums to check for any signs of infection, such as pus. (Have those with weak stomachs rejoined us after a trip to the nearest receptacle?) He tested the tooth and it was solid. He does not want to give up on it yet. Since there is no infection visible and the tooth is not moving around (a sign of infection), he's given me another prescription of antibiotics for the next week. I will see him next Monday. He said that he removed quite a bit of material in the operation and so these fluids are probably just bodily fluids pooling in the hole until the body fully heals and fills it (my layman's summary of what he told me). He had put in two gel packs to try to fill the gap to help the healing occur quicker.

If another fistula has come up as big as this last one, he says the tooth will have to come out. I was instructed to do a mouth rinse (salt and water or peroxide and water) and to feel free to try to push against that area to try and squeeze liquid out. Believe me, I will in order to try to keep my tooth. He said that if it came to an extraction, I would be knocked out again because he would have to break the tooth and cut out the roots - oh yeah.

For those with stronger stomachs who made it this far, I would appreciate prayer. While this is not a life threatening condition, I sure would like not to have to have the tooth pulled, the recovery and then having to go through the process of getting it replaced (it's a middle molar and primary to the grinding of my food, which I like to eat). Thanks.

What Else Has This Recovering Patient Been Up To?

Last year God provided for us to be able to pay off our home equity loan (see my wife's post that includes this). As a result, we felt we could take some money and buy a new laptop for Stephanie so she could blog in the warmth of the upstairs and not in the meat locker that the basement is during the winter, and so she could blog without becoming frustrated at the snail's pace our current laptop (really a desktop due to a dead screen) has been running at.

I ordered the laptop a week or so before Christmas and it was due to be delivered this past Friday (which it was). Since I'm the geek member of this marriage, it was my job to configure the laptop and install all the necessary software (it came with pretty much just the operation system installed).

So over the last week (and actually before that) I've been planning and researching how I want to configure the operation system and finalizing what should be installed on it. Other than the operating system, all the software on the laptop came free with it (Microsoft Works 8.5 and two Microsoft games), was already in our possession (Money Matters, HP printer software, Nero CD/DVD authoring software) or was available for free online (firewall, anti-virus, anti-spyware, browsers).

So the laptop came Friday afternoon. I was not able to start the configuring, tweaking and installing until after the kids had gone to bed. Because I am such a loving husband and wanted to get it to her as soon as possible (interpret that to say I had a new toy), I literally spent all night working on it. I finally decided that the games that had not gotten installed could wait and went to bed at 5 a.m. Saturday morning, only to get up again around 8:30 a.m. for breakfast with the family.

See Stephanie's post about her new laptop. I threatened a couple of time just to make the laptop mine but decided living was more important :-).

P.O.ST

Post Operation Status

I know many of you may be wondering if I died in my oral surgery operation since you have not seen anything from me this week. Well, let me dispense with that rumor. I'm alive and eating, again.

Here's a brief summary of the day of surgery (last Monday) and the subsequent days. You can also read my wife's version of that day.

• Arrived a few minutes prior to my 10:00 a.m. appointment. They took me back, had me sign a consent form and had me knocked out within 10 minutes.
• About 45 minutes later I was back in the land of the conscious and was assisted to a recovery area, mouth stuffed full of gauze.
• After recovering sufficiently, my wonderful wife assisted me to the van. That was after she took the kids out and strapped them in - yes, she had the kids with her in the waiting room. Brave woman.
• Went to the Wal-Mart pharmacy to get my prescription of antibiotics and pain killer filled. When I say went, I mean I sat in the van and waited (holding an ice pack to my swollen face and tried to keep the kids happy) while Stephanie went inside. She came back out and we went to another pharmacy because Wal-Mart was out of stock of the pain killer - no I could not wait a day or so to have it filled.
• Got home and climbed into bed.
• I stayed in bed most of the day. The routine went something like this - apply ice pack, take off ice pack, apply ice pack, take off ice pack, sleep, wake up, take pain killer, apply ice pack, take off ice pack, ....
• By Tuesday morning, New Year's day, I was feeling better. All bleeding had stopped. I was still swollen, but I did not need the pain killers until I went to bed that night.
• Wednesday I went back to work. Good thing my beard helped hide the swelling.
  
• Since then I've improved each day. The swelling is pretty much gone. Yesterday, Saturday, I was able to eat pretty much normally.
• I'm brushing my teeth pretty normally now too. I started on Wednesday, staying away from that whole lower right side of the mouth but now I do those teeth as well, just gently.
• I go in for a check up tomorrow afternoon. I'm feel pretty confident that the cuts from the surgery are healing nicely. However, I think the doctor will say the tooth needs to be pulled. Why? Because I noticed yesterday that there appears to be another fistula forming. So sad. I've grown attached to that tooth.

I just want to say that Stephanie is my hero, or rather, my heroine. This past week she has been sick, all three kids have been sick and I had oral surgery and the recovery from it. And she took care of all of us and herself. There's no way I could have done that (at least not as well) if the roles had been reversed. Thanks sweetheart.

I have a confession. I was not one of those "do it by the book" recovery patients. Monday for supper, Stephanie took the kids to McDonalds so that I could get some rest. At one point I finally roused myself out of bed because I was starving - I had not eaten since supper the previous night. I was eating mashed potatoes and gravy left over from KFC, which was delicious but not very filling. The kitchen table still had the dishes left over from lunch (did I mention she and the kids were sick too?) and Ben had left part of a piece of a KFC chicken strip. Boy, did that smell good to me. Oh yes I did - when Stephanie and the kids arrived home, I was finishing off the last of it. I would pull of little tiny pieces and chew them slowly and carefully on the opposite side of my mouth from the operation. And yes, it did taste as good as it smelled. Stephanie admonished me on my foolishness but my stomach was happier for it.

Oral Surgery

Last Thursday, I went to the dentist for my first cleaning and exam in over a year. You would think I would know better than to wait so long with the amount of dental work I have had during my life, but life happened. The last time I went was during the summer of last year when I had a bad tooth ache. The dentist determined I had an infection and prescribe me antibiotics. Around the time of the tooth ache, maybe a short time before, I developed a bump on the gum beside the lower molar that started to hurt. I assumed that the dentist would have said something about the bump if it was a concern since it was adjacent to the tooth that was infected.

The antibiotics seem to work as the pain went away after a while, but the bump never did. In fact it grew a little bit over time. When I went to the dentist everything else was fine but he did notice the bump, which he called a fistula. He was concerned about it, took some x-rays and referred me to an oral surgeon.

I went to the oral surgeon yesterday to have him do an exam. Based on the x-ray and looking in my mouth, he determined that he needed to do surgery. This tooth is one I had a root canal and crown put on while I was in college. Apparently my body is reabsorbing my tooth. He showed my on the x-ray where about 1/3 of one of the roots was already gone. Since this was done about 12 years ago, he thinks this might be due to an infection. If this had happened soon after the root canal, then it could have been attributed to the fact that sometimes the body will reject the packing material as foreign matter.

He also thinks that it was not the antibiotics that made the pain go away but that the liquid in the fistula, which had built up pressure, thus causing the pain, had broken through some of the tissue and were now draining. Thus the pain went and stayed away.

I'm scheduled for outpatient surgery on New Year's Eve, at 10:00 a.m. Yeah! Not. Since I had almost all of my benefits for the year on my dental plan available, he wanted to schedule me so that I could use them this year, and not lose them, and so that I would have all of my benefits next year. I was given a choice of Christmas Eve or New Year's Eve. My first choice was Christmas Eve since I already had that off but after a phone call to my wife, it was changed to New Year's Eve.

During the surgery he will remove the fistula, peel back the gum around the tooth, clean out any infection in there and check the tooth to see if the root is cracked. If it is, the tooth will have to come out immediately. If not, I may be able to keep it. He tapped on the tooth and decided it felt solid, so it would be worth saving if possible. I agreed.

He said I did not have to be knocked out for the operation but recommended that I be. I agreed again. So Stephanie will have to be along to drive me home and care for me. After the surgery, he will have me on antibiotics for two weeks. About a week after surgery I will go back in to have him remove any remaining stitches. After the two weeks on antibiotics he will have me go two more without before coming in to see him again. He will then take some x-rays and examine the area to see if any infection has returned. If not, I should be good to go. If it has gotten re-infected then the tooth will have to be removed.

I asked what the options were if I had the tooth removed. He said my dentist could talk to me about the specifics but in general I could, because the two teeth on either side of the infected tooth were in good shape, get a fixed bridge, or I could get a removable bridge (which he did not think I wanted at my age, again I agreed with him) or I could, once the bone had healed, get an implant with a crown on top, which is the one he would recommend. Once again, I had to agree with him.

The recovery after having my wisdom teeth removed was not a fun experience and I don't imagine that the recovery from this will be much better, except that it will be only one area and not four. If you remember this on New Year's Eve, I would appreciate any prayers made on my behalf.

A Laugh On Me

A neurosis of mine is losing or misplacing my pens. I hate to do that. I can have a totally messy desk, side table, room, etc. and it does not bother me (at least not enough to do something about it). But let me not be able to find my pen and I get all anxious about it and have a strong urge to keep searching until I find it. I want to know the disposition of my pens. I'm getting better at learning to let go when I do lose one but it still causes some distress.

Today, I had another pen incident. A few minutes prior to our weekly team meeting, I was in one of my teammate's cube discussing an issue he was having. When it came time to go to the meeting, I walked back over to my cube to get the printed agenda. At that point I looked for my pen so I could take it too and did not see it. Then I remembered that I had it when I went over to my teammate's cube. So I walked back over to his cube and looked. It was not there. On the way back to my cube and once I arrived, I did the Inspector Colombo routine of patting all of my pockets, trying to identify where my pen had gone to. Not there. Then I started rifling through the papers stacked on my desk. Not there. Feeling pretty anxious now, where had that pen gone to?

By this time, I was a minute late for my meeting. So finally I decided I would have to let the pen go and I retrieved another one from my drawer. I went to the meeting and sat down. It had not started yet and I was still wondering where I could have misplaced the pen. As the meeting was beginning, I reached up to scratch my ear and my missing pen fell into my lap. I had stuck it behind my ear to keep it safe. Relieved that I had found it, I could not help but smile and have a silent laugh at myself.