I awoke very early so I could have time to face my day before heading off to the hospital. I walked into the rising sun feeling my normal mix of apprehension and the weird, uncharacteristic optimism that I only seem capable of experiencing when facing imminent discomfort and adversity.
Now I sit waiting among the near-ghosts and their attendants and hangers-on, on the utterly familiar east wing, 2nd floor of the superfun cancerland theme park.
Sometimes, waiting is the hardest part.
Several hours later – update…
Good news: No more necrotic bone presented.
Bad news: 3 weeks after the surgery, there has been almost no healing. This is due to necrotic soft tissue in the same area. Basically, I have big hole in the back of my mouth where they took out the dead tooth and bone. This is exactly why this procedure couldn't be done by a regular dentist. It requires monitoring and maintenance. Low grade infection is inevitable. Impact: eating will remain problematic, and mouth hygiene is critical and remains tedious. "Come back in 2 weeks, we'll decide what to do next."
[daily log: walking, 11.5km]