So the dental implant surgery was ok, but in the end I didn’t get a tooth out of it.  The dentist buried the post, but the tooth will have to wait for another day once the bone has grown around it, if the bone grows around it.

I’ve had some sadness about this especially since it requires me to wear a little retainer with a tooth on it.  Honestly I would have gone ahead with the surgery anyway at some point.  However, I might have chosen a different time to go for it.

There is a certain amount of sadness surrounding the loss of the tooth.  I can’t get it back.  Add to that the fact that my bone is softer and my hopes of instant osseointegration are dashed and it’s become an issue for me.  I spent several days obsessively researching what happens with Type IV bone implants and it’s not a slam dunk.

So time will tell.  I am reminded of my time being pregnant and having to wait for things to develop without being able to affect the outcome all that much.

I have no choice but to laugh at myself, especially when the tooth is out.  I look like some wild eyed homeless person.  I’m fond of tuning my head from side to side saying hillbilly – college grad – hillbilly – college grad

Well it does not take much to get me going down the path to stupid.