Back in September or October, Randa’s dentist informed me that her wisdom teeth were starting to come in. She gave us a referral to an oral surgeon and we called. No joy. He no longer accepted Randa’s dental insurance. We tried another. Same result. We tried three more. Finally, in February, we found an oral surgeon in north Dallas. Or so we thought. We drove up for the preliminary appointment; no easy feat from our house during peak morning rush hour. The doctor seemed capable and friendly and gentle with Randa. We went out front to schedule the surgery. The receptionist said that it would take about a week to hear back from the insurance company and then she would call me. She handed me prescriptions to have filled and gave me a folder with some antibiotics in a pouch stapled to the inside. Long story, short: It took them until freaking July to get approval from the insurance company and surgery scheduled. Wow.
So, last week we had it done. She did fine, all things considered. She’s still puffy and swollen and eating soft foods. But we’ve weaned her off the hardcore pain meds and she’s taking ibuprofen and sleeping well. Only she keeps telling me that “Dr. Brown is a bad, bad man. Put tooth back on.” Perhaps she’ll think differently when she’s able to eat fried foods and drink through a straw again.
So, while Randa has been recuperating, I took Ismail and Aiman to the dentist for a regular check up. Ismail’s wisdom teeth also appeared to be ready to come out. This dentist sent us to an oral surgeon just 10 minutes up the road from us who actually takes our insurance. (Had I known back in February….*sigh*) We went yesterday and had the appointment and yes, he needs them yanked out. We should be hearing back next week and he should be recuperating in two.
It used to be that Summer vacation time was about road trips, running through sprinklers, and eating popsicles. Now it’s about not missing school days while you recover. At least there are still popsicles.