Posts Tagged ‘dentist’

Close encounters of the dental kind

July 31, 2009

It has been a busy week! Things don’t stop when you go out of town… I’m just now getting really caught up from my trip to Durham! I haven’t even unpacked my laptop bag; I need to get everything out and start charging batteries!

But Monday afternoon I had to stop for a while and go see my dentist, to write the final chapter of The Tooth Chronicles*. As usual, I took my antibiotics: The American Heart Association recommends that people with certain Congenital Heart Defects (press release with basic information) take antibiotics an hour before the dental appointment.  (Here’s the full report)

We do this in an effort to avoid Endocarditis. Endocarditis is an inflammation of the lining of the heart, and it usually attacks the heart valves. And since I have had it, I am a firm believer in taking my pills! Endocarditis put me in the hospital for seven weeks, getting IV antibiotics every minute of it. Well, except for a couple of hours…

I was slurring my speech, forgetting things that just happened, and dragging a foot when I walked – and I didn’t realize it. My parents became alarmed, naturally, and mentioned it to the doctor, who looked me over and decided that I needed to have the Neurologist drop by. The Neurologist decided pretty quickly that I needed an MRI.

So I was bundled up, shipped to a different hospital – this was the late 1980’s, there wasn’t an MRI machine on every corner back then – and they ran a scan of my head. Sure enough, there it was: a silver dollar sized cyst inside my brain.

My next stop was the Operating Room. Thankfully it was not very deep and pretty straightforward – the operation started about 3:00 PM and the surgeon made it home in time for dinner. I did come out of the OR looking like Kojak, though.

After that, there was two more weeks of IV antibiotics before I was able to go home. And as often happens with Endocarditis, there was really no way for sure to tell how I had gotten the bacteria. But it can occur when a CHD survivor has dental work, so I am careful to “dose up” before I see the dentist. And it was only later that I found out that Endocarditis can lead to heart valve damage – enough to need surgery to replace the valve – and can even kill you! So if you have to see the dentist, call your cardiologist first, and get a prescription for antibiotics if you need them.

* I have an overbite; over time, my lower teeth have worn down the back of that tooth and finally exposed the root. I got the root canal and went back to my local dentist for the follow-up. He felt that it would be better to bond it rather than insert a crown.

Yipee!

July 15, 2009

My Root Canal went great! My friends had already prepped me with all the usual root canal horror stories – you’ll have to go a dozen times and it will take 17 hours each time; it hurts so much they strap you down; and my personal favorite, they pull the side of your jaw off with a pair of rusty pliers. But the dentist said “about half an hour” and I decided to trust him, after all, he had probably done one or two of these procedures before.

There was almost no pain – the injection into my gum to deaden the area hurt a little bit, but not much – and the entire procedure took about 40 minutes. 10 to 15 minutes of that was waiting on the deadening agent to kick in before they actually began to work. So a big THANK YOU to Dr. Douglas Snowden and his team!

And if a certain nurse is reading this – and you know who you are – OOPS! 😆

One tooth, Two tooth, Red Tooth, Blue Tooth!

July 14, 2009

Dialogue from The West Wing:

C.J.: We nead ta finb sombone to do da breefin, da dentiz dib a woot canal.

Josh: What did you – ?

C.J.: A woot canal!

Josh: I’m not…?

C.J.: A WOOT CANAL!

Josh: I understood you the first time, I just love to hear you try to speak with a mouth full of anesthetic.

*****

Tomorrow is my appointment to have my Root Canal done, so posting may be slow. Thanks for having a little patience with me!

More on the Tooth

June 29, 2009

My dentist normally takes Fridays off, so I had to wait until this morning to see him. Thankfully my local Primary Care Physician (PCP) was prescribed some pain medication, so I had a peaceful weekend. My Cardiologists in Atlanta also prescribed the antibiotics for my dental visit. (It is VERY IMPORTANT for certain CHD patients to take antibiotics before a dental appointment; click HERE to read the American Heart Association’s guidelines. Antibiotics before dental appointments can help you avoid Endocarditis!)

My dentist thinks that the tooth can be saved via Root Canal… Sort of scary to a Funky Heart with a fear of dentists and their power tools, but it has to be done. I have an appointment with a dentist who is a “root canal specialist” Thursday morning. It’s listed as a “consultation”, but I am hopeful that this dentist will just say something like “We may as well get started….” because I am ready for this problem to go away!

Endo’s Gotta Go!

August 26, 2008

Rinse with water.

Floss.

Rinse with a pre-brush mouthwash.

Brush my teeth.

Rinse with water.

Use mouthwash.

And I even have a gadget that sanitizes my toothbrush with UV light. Am I a little bit paranoid? Well, yeah… but I’ve fought endocarditis. And that is no fun.

Endocarditis is when the inner lining of your heart becomes inflamed, usually the heart valves. It can be either infective Endocarditis or non infective Endocarditis, depending on if a microorganism is causing the problem or not. And one of the more common ways to get it is when bacteria enters the body through a mouth wound, usually through a recent dental procedure.

I hadn’t had any dental work recently, but I was still feeling run down and out of sorts. So we skipped the local hospital and went straight over to Providence Hospital in Columbia. My temperature was up, and they knew I had something, but wasn’t sure exactly what. So they admitted me and gave me a general menu of antibiotics to try to bring the fever down.

It didn’t work – in fact, a few days later my temperature hit 103. And that is when one of the doctors mentioned the phrase “Cooling Blanket.” Trust me, you don’t want to be issued a Cooling Blanket.

The Cooling Blanket goes right above the sheet on your bed, and it has several long, thin tubes running through it. Saltwater is pumped through the tubes to cool the blanket, and the patient below it. They use saltwater because you can cool saltwater to below 32 degrees before it freezes.

The Cooling Blanket was as cold as it could go, and to make it even better (or worse), the doc turned my air conditioner on full blast and shut the door. Columbia was in the middle of one of the warmest summers in recent memory, but it felt like a Chicago Christmas in my room. The only thing missing was the wind coming off the lake.

Finally the blood cultures came back – the first culture had accidentally been contaminated, they had to do it again – and they determined that I did have Endocarditis after all. The cure for that is four weeks of antibiotics. Endocarditis is like a bad penny, it just won’t go away.

Oh, boy.

About the third week of this I was having trouble. My brother noticed it first; when I walked, I was sliding one foot rather than lifting it. I didn’t even realize it. After my short term memory get bad and I started slurring my words, they moved me over to another hospital, where they had an MRI scanner.

My scan was at 1:00 PM, and by 3:00 PM I had been admitted to the second hospital and being prepared for surgery. Surgery?!?! Somebody’s got some ‘splaining to do! Turns out a small percentage of Endocarditis patients can develop a cyst in their brain as a result of the infection, and I was holding the lucky ticket.

The cyst was the size of a Kennedy Half Dollar, but it came out easily. All we need to do now is have some more antibiotics…three more weeks worth.

Oh, boy (part 2). But what are you going to do? I was to the point of chanting “Endo’s gotta go!” and this was the only way to get rid of it. So I gritted my teeth and put up with it. Needless to say, they had shaved my head for the operation, so I spent the next few weeks looking like Lex Luthor. And only after I made it back home did I learn that certain forms of Endocarditis has a 20% death rate!

So take my advice, ACHDer’s and Cardiac Kids: Take care of your teeth, and ask your dentist to prescribe any needed antibiotics before dental appointments!