Category Archives: Dentist

Still in my own bed

I’ve not managed to wangle a holiday at the Royal yet this week.  There wasn’t a bed available when I rang yesterday morning.  The young lady I spoke to said I should ring that afternoon or this morning.  I said that last time they’d just called me when everything was set up and she said that would be fine – which means I’m not mithering them AND I don’t have to remember to ring!  I know how could I forget but a little bit of distraction on the way to the phone and it’s next Tuesday I’m ringing in!

I do need to ring the dentist tomorrow.  I’ve got a check-up booked shortly but a tooth bothered me about a week ago – only a twinge but today I’ve developed a numb bit on my lip and chin and when I bite down my teeth feel funny.  I don’t know whether this is just me or its the same for everyone,  because I’ve never thought to ask before, but I have real trouble pinpointing where toothache is.  What I mean is the exact tooth and sometimes (not that I get it a lot but I did have a spell of it a few years ago) although the main pain is at the top it seems like the  bottom hurts – maybe that is just me.   I started thinking that I had a numbness in the right hand side of my chin last September at the same time I had the numbness in my thumb and down my right forearm however it disappeared shortly after – as they all did.  Even though the MRI didn’t show up any myeloma lesions in my jaw where the nerve that would cause it is located I just figured it was related however now I’m thinking that maybe it was a tooth infection that was cleared up by the antibiotics I got at the time so I better get this checked out just in case.  I mean how would it look going in for my next lot of chemotherapy and saying ‘I don’t need to get an infection while I’m in as I brought my own’.

In the meantime I got to go to yoga this afternoon (oh, and I had my last two stitches out today) which I can’t refer to as Armchair Yoga today as we actually did more that just the balance standing up – STANDING UP!  It was very nearly exercise – not really but it was as close to exercise as I get.  I would also point out that I was the only member of the group today who was under 60.

And yesterday I made a Buddy.  It needed to be a vibrant Buddy.  It was to be a get well gift for a lady in hospital and as flowers are no longer allowed the gifter (is that a word) wanted something bright to raise the giftee’s (what the heck it matches) spirits when she looked at it.  I mentioned a bright pink and that was acceptable and went with an equally bright green.

I just wasn’t happy with the Buddy’s mouth so I had to unstuff his head and re-do it.  I was much happier with the expression and I think he looks happier too.

I had a little assistant for the Buddy photography session.  My assistant would have liked to get to know the knitted Buddy a bit better.


It was after it was  requested that ‘by Easter’ was mentioned and I didn’t realise Easter was so close.  I didn’t think I’d get it done but as it is it’s looking like I might manage it  – once I’ve undone the cast off edge of the button band and cast off with a smaller needle because I’m not happy or even satisfied with the wibbly-ness of it.

Say no to ONJ

I am pleased to report that following my trip to the dentist today I apparently have fat cheeks (on my face) but no ONJ.

After enquiring how my dentist was settling in, having only qualified last summer, Dr F asked what he could do for me.  ‘I’d like you to tell me I don’t have osteonecrosis.’

Dr F:  ‘Someone been on the internet?’

So after me explaining about temp spikes, ear infection, sore mouth, Dr F had a good old poke and prod about and established which bit was sorest.  Apparently the point of ultimate soreness is exactly where a whole buncha nerves meet up and party.  Having checked the outside of my jaw and then the left compared to the right – they match – there is no sign at all that it is ONJ.

However I do the mouthy equivalent of a bruise because I have chubby chops. Because I have had my top left wisdom tooth out the bottom one has nothing to press against and is a little longer than it would otherwise be (I just realised that as well as saying I had fat cheeks the young whipper snapper also told me I was long in the tooth) and the fatty deposits in my cheek are being accosted by said tooth resulting in quite a lot of redness and a bit of whiteness which was the ‘bruise’.  I just figured the redness was a result of the sore bit.

I got to look at this myself with the aid of a mirror and do you know how unflattering an angle it is to look at yourself whilst laying down with your mouth open – you can see up your nose and everything, well your nose.

So Dr F asked for a second opinion from Dr T, whose practice it is and who has been dentisting for about 25 years – so I had the best of both worlds – newly pressed dental knowledge and the wisdom of experience.  Dr T concurred and apparently I am a grinder as well so that could exacerbate the problem with the fat cheek.

So the outcome was no ONJ and if my fat cheek doesn’t settle down in seven to 10 days I can go back and they’ll do something – I don’t know what, maybe put it on a diet!

I’m Drooling!

Is it due to a nice cake, midget gems or a hunky man?  No, I have to keep checking the corner of my mouth because I’ve had a filling in my wisdom tooth.  I  obviously needed a top up.

When we were on holiday I noticed a mark on two of my upper backish teeth which I assumed was decay.  During my SCT holiday my teeth had been a bit, well I’ll go with sensitive but odd is probably a better description.  When I attempted to force down chocolate or anything sugary they felt kinda of like sensitive teeth with hot and cold, but not quite.  Anyhoo, it passed until I had a slight tingle on holiday (lucky me!).  On checking in the  mirror I spotted the mark, gave it a prod and called the dentist.

It’s been about two years since I’ve been.  Initially because I couldn’t have sat in the chair (due to back pain) and then with one thing and a SCT I neglected it.  The good news was I’ve been a good girl and looked after my teeth.  When the new dentist said he was impressed at the condition of my teeth I thought it was somehow myeloma related however it turned out he was impressed because I was the first patient he’d seen since he’d been there that didn’t need a scale and polish.   I did however need the aforementioned filling.  The marks on the other two teeth were stained rather than decayed, so when I went back for the filling the dentist would give them a scale and see if he could remove the marks, which he considered had been caused by some of the medication I’d been taking.

So off we trundled today.  For some reason whenever B has had to take me to the dentist he doesn’t come in and wait.  It doesn’t bother him, B is a regular attendee at his own dentist, but considering all the other appointments he comes with me to, somehow a dentist is different.

In I went and the very newly qualified dentist (June – I asked) talks me through everything.  Now I’m pretty sure my previous dentist who has left the practice didn’t do this – only pretty sure because he had an Irish or maybe Scottish, definitely celtic accent – it was hard to tell he was so softly spoken.  So he could very well have been telling me exactly what he was doing whilst I thought he was talking to the dental nurse about what he’d had for lunch!

Two injections and a stain removing polish later, things weren’t quite as numb as they should have been.  The head honcho was called for a bit of advice, after an explanation on nerves branching off in two directions and my bone being very near to the surface.  Head honcho then injected again, saying that sometimes it’s not the exact placement of the needle but the speed the numbing agent is administered that makes a difference – it has chance to, and I quote, percolate!

So after three lots of anaesthetic and a chat about the dental hospital where Dr K had trained and where I had been, we had reached a suitable point of percolation whereby I was numb from the back of my mouth to the middle of my lower lip, the left side of my tongue but I could still feel a tiny bit of a scratch on the inside gum.  Head honcho was called again after the reassuring exchange

Me:  ‘I could only feel it a tiny bit.’

Dr K:  (who wears winkle pickers with points that could probably extract a tooth on their own):  ‘Yes, but I don’t want to hurt you.  We don’t want to start and find that I’ve done the hole and then …’  Which, in my opinion, is something you DO want to hear from a dentist.

Head honcho stated, after some technical spiel which included some word beginning with L, that he thought everything should be fine.  I piped up that we didn’t want to hear what he thought, rather what he knew!

Head honcho:  ‘It will be fine.’ Reopening the door slightly ‘Well, it should be!’

And it was!

Dr K and I had a little chat regarding me changing to Zometa, such as the further implications of this over Bonefos with regard to any future procedures, and I’ll see him again for a check up in six months

I said to B when we got home that if he felt like giving me a slap this might be a good time.  Apparently he never feels this way which is quite something given my little singing performance this morning.  I can’t sing.  I know this for a fact, without people telling me.  I can’t for the life of me understand people who go on the X-factor and make some horrendous spectacle of themselves and look stunned and disbelieving when they are informed they can’t sing.  (Hey I’m not saying it’s not funny – I just can’t understand them.) Sometimes however, in the privacy of my own home, the knowledge that I can’t carry a tune in a bucket doesn’t stop me and this morning was one of those occasions.

‘Joy to the world, to every boy and girl.  Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, Joy to you and me.’

It’s on the CD in the car, I don’t even know the correct name of the song, and this is the only bit I know so it was repeated and repeated whilst I was having a shower and getting ready.  Awwww my husband truly loves me, ummm or maybe it’s that I’m still too numb to sing!

(Footnote – You may need some sort of receptacle to hand – in case of a gippy stomach

B, who as we know has only ever read about three of my posts, has read this one and would like me to point out that my singing this morning in no way offended his senses, in fact, if anything, it made him happy because I was happy! –

Quick reach for the bin!)