Broken Smile – 25 July 2018

Well that was intense…

So today I had the evil root filled teeth extracted. Amazingly supportive husband took the day off to drive me in case I reacted badly. I arrived just after 9.30. A bit late – thank you MoD for choosing today to move many massive tanks along the A34 at 20 miles an hour during rush hour. Again. Why??? You only took them the other way yesterday! I got stuck then too!

After signing some forms absolving anyone (except me) of any responsibility of messing up, the process started.

First of all, I had a Biophoton therapy which is exposure to visible and ultraviolet light frequencies and is intended to aid the healing process. Very non-intrusive and not at all worrying – I was just looking into a box with lights at the other end. Almost relaxing… had I not been awaiting the terror that I have been dreading for weeks.

Next it was time for ‘the chair’ – I was determined not to lose the plot and make a tit of myself so I was a picture of calmness and general composure. Some light numbing took place followed by a couple of injections and the crown for one of the teeth was removed. It took a bit of wrenching and twisting and fragments of crown pinged about the place a bit, but so far, so good. It was very well cemented on, apparently…

Cannula next.  This is required to take the bloods which will be centrifuged to create the membrane (?) that will seal the gum and is also needed for the intravenous detox mix later. Nothing much to report here except the fact that apparently “there is a very good flow of blood and do we want more than 6 tubes…??”. Thankfully the response was no. Good! Personally, I think 6 is plenty!

Now how to describe the next bit…? Everything started quite well. The teeth were cut so the roots could be removed separately from each other to minimise damage to the surrounding area. Goodness knows how they cut them – I did ask but I didn’t really follow the answer. The mind boggles. Anyway, as things were going so well I decided to go all Zen and thought I would transport myself off to ‘my special place’. This means I mentally remove myself from situations that I cannot escape from physically and imagine myself in a better situation. This is somewhere else I would like to be, essentially. I have made prolonged visits to ‘my special place’ on a number of occasions in the past, notably;

• during a rather unpleasant and invasive gynaecological episode,
• during a particularly painful physio massage,
• during my first FMT treatment,
• and when my brother-in-law once went ballistic on a yacht whilst we were mooring because the anchor was playing up and the stern lines were too short. My only other alternative was to throw myself off the boat.

Other than that, visits are generally short as I can remove myself physically from most situations.

Back to the chair…. there I am, minding my own business, lying on a beach in Alaska watching whales (the only scenario I could come up with that justified some of the weird noises going on that I couldn’t ignore – whalesong) and things seem to be getting a little uncomfortable, nay, painful. It transpires that in my absence, a rather large cyst had been discovered and things had got a little tense. So I was very much dragged back to the present.  A LOT more anaesthetic was administered (which was very painful in itself), I started crying and shaking and the rest is a bit of a blur. Once more pain relief had been administered, I did manage to calm down. It was a momentary loss of composure and it was actually okay and the second tooth was a breeze in comparison.

After the extractions, there had to be an extensive clean up operation to remove all the infection, then the membrane was applied to seal the wound and then stitches to hold it in place. At some point the act of keeping my mouth open for such a long period far overshadowed any other discomfort and finally, approximately 3.5 hours after I had first opened my mouth, I was finally allowed to close it – until the time that I chose to open it again. That was a good feeling!

Next I was whisked off to receive the intravenous cocktail of vitamins and other homeopathic treatments designed to get rid of any toxins that exist in my body as a result of the metal that was in my teeth and which might have been released as part of the process. This was done whilst receiving another Biophoton treatment as well as Bioresonance.

So… the mega-cyst. A massive infection was lurking behind one of the teeth which explains why it has never shown up on an x-ray. It had spread halfway across my palate. The biggest one that the dentist had ever seen apparently. Nice to know I am special. Its a bit like the fibroid I had that was the size of a clutch bag. Lucky me, again! Whilst as much of the infection has been cleaned out as possible, there follows the inevitable but necessary antibiotics.  The last thing I want, really, after all the time, money and effort spent on the FMT treatment (see previous Poo Diary posts from April) but the infection has to be dealt with. The dentist has opted a for short but strong course combined with lots of probiotics to help counter the effect on the gut flora.

I was told at the end of the treatment that this extraction has been ‘the best decision of my life’. The cyst will have, without doubt, been compromising my immune system and it has been there a loooong time. Possibly more than 10 years. Explains a lot….

The supplement detox and dietary restrictions continue for 2 weeks and I have the stitches out on Monday.

I am exhausted………….

and yes you can see the gap when I smile…

And for the record, I actually think that the best decision of my life was to marry amazingly supportive husband.