OK, so today was the day that I had hoped it would be, wires cut, arch bars out, and my mouth actually opened wide enough (after 6 weeks and 1 day of being wired) to fit a fork and food inside (opened between 1-2 cm). But the day certainly didn’t start out with that in the forefront of my mind…
The night before the surgery what did I do, like everyone my mind raced and I felt like everything in the world that could possibly happen, would. Did my jawbone heal, is the maxillary stable, will any teeth fall out, did it heal straight, the list goes on. That worrying, to which I generally don’t give in to, leads to exactly zero sleep. So when I actually pseudo woke up this morning, I wasn’t exactly bringing my A game. Though I quickly rallied, and convinced myself that even though they said don’t drink anything other than water the morning of, I made up a nice cup of coffee or else I’d literally fall over.
My sister and brother in law took me to the appointment at the hospital, I was actually going to drive myself but the doc said hospital policy wouldn’t allow me to drive home, even though he said I’d probably be fine to. This is a prelude to some of the confusion to come…
Arriving early, got checked in and off to surgical prep. After changing into one of the depressing hospital gowns (based off what the doc told me, I didn’t think I’d need to do that) I started wondering what exactly was going to happen today. Was it just hospital policy that any surgery, no matter how small needed this. Answer, yes. Once you go into an OR, it’s gown downtown, no exceptions. Now normally most of this can just be done under local anesthesia in the office, but he also wanted to check out each tooth and do a little more stitching where the gums hadn’t healed, ok, I’m back with you on this. Gown it is. But I’m still operating under the idea that this would only take 20 or so minutes, that’s what the dr told me, I’m going with that.
Then in comes the anesthesiologist, that’s when all hell breaks loose. 3 of them come in with a couple OR nurses to prep me. I go with the flow until they start talking about intubating me through the nose since my jaw is wired shut and how many hours I’ll be out, and how long for recovery and if I planned an overnight stay. Umm, I think that’s not the idea. How do you tell a anesthesiologist they might be wrong? I learned that the direct approach isn’t the best. I said, “I thought the dr said this would only take about 20 minutes” then explained what the surgery entailed. She abruptly said, “well, surgeons underestimate this all the time” and followed with the line that it was for my safety that she does all this, that I could possibly choke or stop breathing during surgery and that’s why they need to intubate me. Doom and gloom for sure, and I appreciate all the concern and honestly am glad they were that worried about me, but come on, seriously, 20 minutes?
Then they break out what I can only assume is some sort of hospital bong and pour some clear liquid into it, plug it into an airline, stick it in my mouth and ask me to take deep breaths. A white mist billows out of both ends, then finally they explain what it is. It’s a nebulizer for a numbing agent to numb my mouth and my throat so if they HAVE TO intubate me (I tell you they are dying to do this) that I’ll be ready and numb so it won’t choke me as much. OK, I get it, weird, but I get it. Then as they were about to set the IV needle in I asked that we please wait for the dr. Reluctantly they agreed, but still managed to watch the student nurse screw up putting the IV in and they senior nurse finally took over and got it in right. But I will say that I was dehydrated from not drinking much so it’s not like it was too easy to find the vein. My sister was in the room this whole time and I could see what a circus she was thinking it was, and of course my brother in law, watching the shock in his eyes when they repeatably stabbed me looking for a vein. I wasn’t watching my arm, but I could see it wasn’t going well from the shock in their faces.
Dr comes in, immediately (thank god) sets everyone straight. I get the double take from him as he see’s me with my nebulizer bong. He’s going to do a local block in my mouth in the OR but needs them to lightly sedate me going in, simply enough, no intubating, no general anesthesia, I’m going to be awake and aware the whole time, no need for 3 anesthesiologists either, simple. Don’t know how the whole thing got blown up but glad he got them square. Did I mention I’m glad they weren’t knocking me out, making me stay overnight, and shoving an intubating tube up my nose?
They wheel me into the OR, kind of weird going in there totally awake and aware. I have a little high feeling like you get from morphine but still able to talk and communicate with everyone (2 surgeons, 1 resident, and a couple surgical nurses). Actually was pretty cool being there and aware for it all. First thing they did was put novicane (I think) into the gums around where the arch bars were attached to the roots of teeth. Then they cut the wires holding the jaw shut. Honestly, had no idea when they were done cutting, couldn’t tell since the jaw was wired shut for so long. It wasn’t until the physically moved it for me I realized I could move it. Then the big cutting and tugging, the arch bars. As I looked up into the octopus looking sets of lights on the ceiling I could feel them snapping and tugging the wires through the gums and teeth, more force than I realized it would take, but since they were numb basically felt nothing. Cracked a few bad jokes every now and then, so did they. Then after the bars were out they probed each tooth to see if they were loose, and none seemed to be, sweet. Maybe I can save them after all.
Last but not least, the metal plates holding the jaw shut. The gums hadn’t totally healed over them yet so they opted to put more stitching in to try and encourage the growth over them. Last ditch effort, if this doesn’t take they will come back in 6 more weeks and do another surgery taking some of the plates out after the bone heals, really not looking forward to that. Think positively…
All said and done, dr was very happy with how things turned out. I was actually able to open my mouth between 1-2 cm, enough to fit a bit of pizza or a fork with mashed potatoes on. Did that taste great, damn right it did! First food since July 20th, nothing ever tasted better. Took me an hour to chop up and slowly eat one slice and a few bits of potatoes, but it was AWESOME! Still followed it up with a protein shake, gotta keep the protein and calories high, have a lot of weight I need to put on. Did it feel weird, yes, chewing felt odd, felt like my bite was off and teeth all over felt sensitive. But I expected that and the normal feeling will come back in time, that’s what you get from not chewing or even moving your jaw for over 6 weeks.
Going forward I have to still be careful eating, I’m allowed to puree food now, but need to make sure to keep my stitch area very clean until they heal. I have a follow up in 2 weeks and we’ll see how it’s doing by then. I can eat soft foods but can only chew on my left (good side). Dr expects the jaw to open more and more over time, and the jaw strength to improve in the course of several weeks. Also in 3 weeks I’ll see the endodontist for the first time to figure out a plan with the teeth, which ones they think can be saved, if I’ll need braces, etc. Most likely one in front (second to right on bottom) will get yanked, it’s so torqued out of place that it could take a long time to put back in place, and it might not be worth it if I can just replace it and avoid a painful 1-2 years. The other molars on the right side, top and bottom, may need braces just to push them out a little, but they look pretty close.
But best of all, having an open mouth feels awesome. No more pain from wires cutting into your lip or cheek, no more mumbling, no more pain from wires tugging at your roots, you no longer fear sneezing and yawning, and no more weird stares from folks at the store when you order a coffee. Then of course have to follow it up with the story of what happened so they don’t think you’re an escaped lunatic.
Oh yeah, and you can actually kiss your wife on the lips now too…