Earlier this year, I posted my concerns regarding a forthcoming procedure where I had been informed that the dentist would remove four teeth and fit a cosmetic denture at the same time. All of the teeth were upper situated - one right in the front (which was a leaking abscess) and three, all close together, upper left. However, fate intervened and the leaking abscess on the front decided to do its own thing and become rather painful, the result of which it was removed, packed and stitched. All went well. Ha! I thought. One down, three to go!
March 13th arrived (how could I forget) and I duly presented myself as arranged at the dental clinic.
Before that, however: just to intervene here, one good thing has arisen out of all this. I discussed my dental fears with my doctor prior to the big day and he prescribed 2mg Diazepam, to be taken exactly one hour before I kept the appointment. I did as advised and one hour before leaving for my appointment, I took said pill. When I arrived for the procedure at 2.30pm, I remember entering the treatment room thinking that, this pill is not working. I don’t feel anything different. I seated myself and do you know all you guys who are Type-One-Dental-Phobic.com. like me, it worked. It just worked! No nerves, no fear. Just so laid back it was a revelation. Why didn’t I find this pill years ago! Anyway back to the Tale.
All was straightforward. I was told later that it was a difficult extraction, as the roots were large and tightly packed together and I was aware of the exertion required by the dentist to unseat them. But all appeared straightforward. The next step was to put in position the denture. No packing or stitching of the wound. Just the denture.
Drove myself home. Had some tepid cream soup about 5.30pm. Then almost an hour later, the extraction site started to bleed copiously. It continued to bleed copiously all evening, during which time I must have used up most of a jumbo kitchen roll! 10.30pm was a little concerned, as I couldn’t go to bed like this. 11.30pm phoned NHS UK emergency number for advice. (I live in Scotland). Had a calm conversation with two nurses at other end who kept telling me not to take second dose of Apixaban. I had stopped the morning dose. After fifteen minutes they decided to send me to the local A and E Department, which is fortunately only about 10 minutes distant. So after midnight, I drove myself, kitchen roll and all, to the hospital. The NHS gets a lot of adverse publicity at times, but everyone was wonderful. I was met at the entrance by a friendly greeting, ‘hello, we’re expecting you’, had my notes checked and then over the next two hours was seen by two different lady doctors - an hour with each one. They couldn’t do anything since the denture was in place and they didn’t have a dental unit, but I was given iced water to hold in my mouth and that did the trick in backing it off and they wanted to see I was ‘safe’.
Drove home at 2.30am. Starry sky, sparkling frost and the biggest snow plough I have ever encountered.
Had been advised by hospital to visit my dentist next morning. This I did, where I was seen by two dentists. They were genuinely most concerned and gave me a blank sheet to call or drop in with absolutely any concerns, at any time! But I was to keep the dental plate in position. 🤣
That was the Tuesday. Liquid food mostly Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday same again, but at about 8.00 pm, the durned thing started bleeding again, going quite well. (I had re-started the apixaban Wednesday morning.). Well, I just decided to cope myself, so I did the iced water thing. At about 12.30am I just had to have some rest. Slept with clenched teeth for perhaps four hours. Got up at 6.00am and walked through to look at myself in bathroom mirror. I kid you not! I think I must have been participating in a Vampire Rave all night, as when I opened my mouth to inspect! everything was black. Teeth, tongue, every nook and cranny of the orifice was black! Right, I thought. Had enough! So very gently I removed the plastic denture, together with a several days’ accumulation of black debris. I carefully cleansed everything. The wound was still bleeding and I subsequently made a pad of some dental gauze and cotton wool and pressed it on the wound. I sat like that, in my pink pyjamas, for two hours and it stopped! I have continued to persevere and everything seems to have settled down. Sorry it’s long-winded, but hope the coping information may just help someone out there - particularly the details of the Diazepam. What a find! 😄