We thought the day would never come when Shane would be the one in the oral surgeon's operation chair instead of me...but it happened, a little over a week ago!
When Shane was in high school, he knocked out one of his front teeth skiing. When that happened, the dentist put some bleach in the now dead tooth, and shoved it back into his root with some cement. Done.
Well, 10+ years later, the area around that tooth had become completely infected and the root had disintegrated quite a bit. Our only option was for the surgeon to pull out the tooth, whatever root was left, clean out all of the infection, add in some bone graft, and put in a post for a tooth implant.
Luckily, Shane's surgeon had done 8 surgeries on me, and Shane works as a nurse in the room that he operates in at the hospital, so we have a great relationship with him. He did an amazing job with the surgery, and now Shane is stuck with only one front tooth for the next few months until the implant can be completed! (hence the nickname hillbilly...) What a good sport.
Here he is right before the operation. I had to get one last picture of Shane with his REAL tooth! His front right tooth is the one they had to pull out.
Dundee kept Shane great company the day he came home from surgery. He is holding a piece of gauze in his mouth where the missing tooth is.
The day after surgery, still being accompanied by the animals. (Can you tell they are only allowed on the sofa if there is a blanket there? Good animals... :) )
Shane is feeling so much better and can hardly wait to get his tooth in for many reasons...
the first being so he can bite into a slice of pizza. ;)
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