I’ve been doing implantology for 10 years. Every day I operate, put dental implants, crowns on them, plan treatments, consult colleagues. Once every three months I travel abroad to study, keep up with innovations. I’m in charge of at least six postgraduate courses and a research club in the field of implantology.
Every day I tell my patients about dental implants, about the procedure of the surgery, the sterility and I’ve always wondered what they are afraid of and why they postpone the treatment, sometimes until the very last moment. To me, a doctor, mentioning the huge percentage of patients, successfully solved cases and my team’s excellent expertize should be sufficient to convince everyone that this is an extremely modern treatment with great results.
Until one day I went into a bank office, ate a chewy candy and … broke two teeth. An x-ray and scanner followed and the result was definite: the teeth had to be taken out, put two implants along with an artificial bone and a plastic on the gum. As if all my knowledge and skills vanished. I felt scared. Very scared at that. I found out that the longer I postpone it, things will get worse. On the day and time of I was on the surgery dental chair. This time on the other side. The manipulation lasted about two hours and if I could make a choice all over again, I would have chosen to be under anaesthetic. I fall asleep, wake up and here it is. Being conscious and being able to see and I hear the work of my own team was probably the most unpleasant part of the surgical intervention.
I felt so great when everything was over and I saw the smiling face of my chief assistant, inviting me to lie down in the patients’ relax zone. The idea of lying down with a cold compress on my cheek and a glass of cold juice, watching the hurried traffic on “Rakovski Street” from up high seemed quite tempting.
A recuperation period followed. Things were in my control again and not that hard todo. The wound needed complete rest and everyday care. When two-three days after the operation no pain, swelling or any other problem appeared I realized everything was ОК. But alas – during the follow-up examination my colleague immediately noticed the deviation in the care and I was strongly criticized. Honestly speaking, I felt embarrassed as I myself criticized the patients for not applying the wounds with the prescribed gel and not maintaining strict hygiene.
I realized how hard it was to find 10 minutes for yourself at least 6 times a day, made an effort, changed and the rehabilitation period went smoothly. Removing the stitches, postoperative x-rays and the phase of making temporary crowns on the implants followed. As soon as they put them, things for me ended. They help me eat normally all kinds of food which didn’t remain between them. The care for these teeth was absolutely the same as the care for the rest of my natural teeth. Nothing more special.
Now, a few months later, I’m discussing my patients’ treatment with considerably greater confidence in what I’m saying. I myself have been through this, which was lying ahead. I feel I must promise it won’t hurt as this is the whole truth. We always comment the possibility to sleep or be narcotized during the operation. Thus, negative emotions during the invention itself are avoided. I emphasize on the necessity of post-operational care and problems that might occur when instructions aren’t followed.
At the moment I can say that I have a clear idea of how a person at the height of their powers who controls their life and business feels when suddenly gets in a situation where nothing depends on them and they must be left to the care of another person. The case in point here isn’t fixing a car or a flat. We’re talking about your own health and healing result, which I must live with for many more years. Which brings you pleasure when smiling, biting an apple or having a toast