Day 46: Post Op Appointment #5

I met with an oral surgeon today, not my regular one. My regular oral surgeon was called to the hospital early this morning on an emergency so I saw his associate. He seemed up to date with my procedure and familiar with everything going on (my oral surgeon must keep good notes). He said that everything is looking good inside but I'm still not allowed to run, jump, or chew (anything harder than scrambled eggs). I was a little bummed about this because I really want to play basketball with my classmates during our study breaks (they played today-I watched) and I just want to take a massive bite out of a Chili's cheeseburger with my new teeth-touching-bite!

I say I "was" bummed about this because while I was watching my classmates play basketball, I was dribbling a ball and it got away from me so I ran after it-not more than 10 strides. It wasn't long before I noticed some aching in my jaw, accompanied with a little bit of pain. I can't imagine that 10 strides would do it but something caused it and it was enough for me to side with the doctor on his decision.

After I had asked him about being able to run and stuff he gave me a rather long explanation on the bone healing process and how at this time (6 weeks after surgery) the bone just isn't ready for the constant pounding that running comes with. He said that at my next appointment, in 2 weeks, they will take x-rays and will be able to give me a better timeline as to when I can expect to be able to run and jump. He also said that at week 7, this Thursday, I can try chewing some harder things but not to go overboard with it. He didn't give me many specifics and kept it as vague as I put it and I'm not quite sure what he had in mind but I'll figure it out. Unfortunately, I don't think this will allow cheeseburgers.

Yesterday, I got to see a good friend who hadn't seen me since the surgery. She thought I didn't look too different, but she did think that my nose looked different. I've actually thought the same thing so it would nice to hear someone else say it, too.

Today, I showed some of my classmates t my before pictures of my bite and the x-rays. They couldn't believe my bite before the surgery was as bad as it was. I have just been telling my classmates that I had a really bad bite that needed to be fixed, apparently they didn't imagine it was that bad. It was really cool showing them and seeing their reactions. I think they better understood why I had the surgery, now.