“Now you have one less thing to worry about, and you can focus on getting better,” my periodontist told me, as he polished off my third and final attempt at a permanent crown for my dental implant.
Indeed, this front tooth has actually needed a ton of attention over the years, the journey of which comprised:
- an infection;
- two root canals;
- “permanent” crown of close to a decade breaking in half in Taiwan (over a popsicle, no less);
- getting half of the dental implant before being forced to flee Taiwan;
- finding someone new to finish the job in the U.S. while sharing my personal health history due to urgency;
- getting a temporary crown to help with the gum shaping—wait three weeks;
- getting the shape incorrect on the first try at the permanent crown—wait three weeks;
- getting the color incorrect on the second try with the color “specialist”—wait three weeks;
- and at last with some final adjustments with the specialist again, placing the beautiful permanent crown. (And to think, if the transplant had gone according to plan, I would still have my new temporary crown in until further notice.)
Now, cutting it close with days left before my treatment begins, I at least have one helluva good reason to smile 😀
In other good news, I walked an hour on the treadmill this morning! Mostly motivated by my caloric breakfast and the sunny skies begging for some activity, even if indoors, I managed to burn 450 calories over 2.75 miles.
It also may have been the first time since I had my Hickman line placed that I sweated enough that I needed to change my dressing immediately. (FYI: a Hickman is basically an intravenous access catheter that goes straight to the heart and has two thin tubes sticking out of the right chest. It is protected by a dressing, which is a rectangular adhesive cover that needs to be changed weekly, or as needed to prevent infection.) Plus, maybe from the high of having walked and sweated so much, I changed the dressing myself for the first time. I still need my mom to help me flush it daily to prevent blood clots, but all this upkeep has become a norm. Given my recent history of chemo-shot veins, I much prefer it over the sweaty dread of being pricked each time for lab tests or chemo.
Anyway, as you can tell, being a full-time Manager of My Own Personal Health has been a valuable learning experience. I am considering enrolling in University of Maryland’s Integrative Health and Wellness certificate program this fall, given how much more passionate I have become about health in ways that I never would have expected. I mean, I used to tease my mom for praising her own ~organic~ purchases, and nowadays, I try stick to an organic, non-GMO diet as much as possible—that is just a glimpse at how far I have come in just a few months. I suppose it is easier to do when mostly holed up at home without a job or schoolwork. Nevertheless, it’s an effort worth keeping up.