A Year Later

Today basically marks a year of fucking hell. A nightmare that I’ve literally never been able to awaken from. The implants were placed September of last year, first implant failed the day before Thanksgiving. 

I never want to experience that again. Looking back at this past year, I don’t even know how I made it. From sepsis knocking on my door, mismanaged healthcare, to a hidden underlying problem I would have never expected. 

As I sat in the chair this week getting the 6 teeth I have left cleaned, the hygienist started asking questions. Tough ones. But that’s when it dawned on me. The course of events which brought me to where I am today all starts with my lack of an immune system. As the dentist in IL fucked up my mouth, pushing infection deeper and deeper into my jaw, to only throw more gasoline on the fire by putting metal in my mouth. 

Up until 2012, I only had 1 amalgam filling, which didn’t touch any part of the inside of my mouth. As he restored the several root canals that were done, 1 tooth he decided to just make it 70% amalgam. On top of the several PFM crowns that were made, this was all just leading up to disaster. 

In 2015, when he caused that infection to just go everywhere, I’ve never been the same since. Honestly. Recurring pain, the strange feeling I have had in my jaw since the surgery that was done to try and “save” a tooth. As I look back, I should have just pulled the fucker. That probably would have stopped the infection in its tracks. However, the dipshit he had as a perio literally just pushed the infection deeper into my jaw. 

With all the failed root canals he did (didn’t know that) and the infections he caused were just starting to brew. 

My immune system started going nuts. The acne on my face was going into overdrive. And now I can honestly say, that the dentist in IL is directly responsible for causing all this damage. Statute of limitations for IL is 2 years. Dr. Bacon, you are one lucky mother fucker … you are the SOLE reason I have gone through all this misery. Everything you did, from 13 fucked up root canals (4 of which you had to redo several times), to the ungodly amount of metal you put in my mouth pushed my immune system to the point of insanity. What’s worse is I trusted you to do the right thing. That’s what anyone would hope that their doctor would do. We were also really great friends, but I guess that interferes with my care, which should have been your top priority. 

Makes me wonder if you even care, or if you continue to harm others the way you did me. Let’s be honest. I’m literally $60k in debt because of your stupidity. I almost died a legitimate 4 times. You have scared the living shit out of me more than you can imagine. And my poor wife has had to endure this whole ordeal. 

Where are you to help me out of this?  Nowhere. Fucking coward. I hope karma pays this back to you x 1000. 

As I talked more with the hygienist, a literal perfect storm was set in motion that quite simply caused the house of cards to just collapse. With my immune system already struggling with the recurring infections in my face, and the unapparent metal allergy, it’s quite amazing how long my body fought it until 2018 happened. 

Visiting my dad in the hospital is the straw that broke the camels back. My journey down the stairs had begun. 

My mother always said hindsight is 20/20. She’s not wrong. But. I remember sitting in my dermatologists office in 2010 till 2012 just wanting to know where the fuck these cysts were coming from. I’m pretty sure I have just been fighting infection non stop since the first root canal that was done.

The damage it’s done has been pretty demoralizing. The sad truth is that there is really nothing I could have done to avoid any of this. I just got to witness what it’s like to just rot from the inside. Experiencing that pain for some is unimaginable, but for me was a daily reality. Vicodin only brought temporary relief. But was short lived. The morphine I’m on currently allows me to function and get things done, where the Vicodin was just a blur. Mentally not there at all. 

It’s been one disappointing year that I’ll never get back. Getting implants was the worst thing I could have ever done. Seeing as what happened after I got them, I mean 1 month in, one fails. Almost killed me. But at least that got me long term antibiotics that probably killed off whatever the fuck was festering in my face. Dr Lerman was a fucking GODSEND. One of the only doctors that listened to me. 

Next week I’ll be losing my implants. Yup. Gone. Something that has been plaguing me for awhile, but I can honestly say, they aren’t working. Since these were put in, it’s been nothing but problems. Fuck. Even 1 of the implants wasn’t placed correctly. 

Makes me wonder if I had gone to my oral surgeon like I was gonna, if this would have turned out differently.  The jury is still out on the titanium allergy, but regardless I’m sure that this would have reared it’s ugly head sooner rather than later. 

It’s disappointing to know that I’ve spent so much money in the past year to survive it’s not even funny. It was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be get teeth back and start to rebuild my health. Instead it’s just been one big fucking nightmare. 

I’m hoping that when these are removed, that I can heal. My body can finally stop being at war 24/7. The strange feelings still come and go from my sinuses. It’s really unclear to me if it’s related to whatever is going on, or if it’s just that one last fuck you. 

I don’t know anymore. At least I have ridden myself of UC Health and their stupidity. I picked up a new GP this week through IMMUNOe. I met him a month or so ago, and jokingly said I needed a new GP. I did get a chance to meet with him this week to just hit the rest button and try again. 

My mother has gifted me her high cholesterol. It never ends I tell you.