Well folks, I feel just like a heart patient who's surgery was just canceled and put on hold. I have to have another surgery! When it came to the upper plate, no problem. Lower, NO GO. I have to either have my torus mandibulus removed or two implants put in. Now get this, Dr walks back in the room with a brand new proposal. Only $779 for the removal or $3025 for two implants. I just about went through the roof!
When I had this surgery the first time, I was under the impression and billed for Alveoloplasty with making ready both jaws ready for dentures. I got just wee bit ticked and perhaps a bit vocal and loud, but I asked him point blank, "Why didn't they do that when I was in the OR if they knew it needed to be done?" Well this guy wasn't there, so he had no clue. I told him to go find out. The story is that my teeth were practically fused to my jaw, bleeding was out of control (Lovenox had not yet cleared my system from the injection 12 hours before-INR was 1.2) and they had spent so much time on them that they felt it better to get me stitched up and outta there.
Sorry, not good enough for me! They've agreed to remove the torus mandibuluars and fix that one area I was concerned about for free. Thing is, they still want me off of Coumadin again and use Lovenox. I'm not going to be stupid this time. I'm going to ask the Cardio how he feels about me skipping the last dose before surgery and if I'm not bleeding when it's all over, just start my Coumadin back up without the Lovenox just like before.
Today is one of those days where I wished I'd of just stayed in bed. Now there is talk of Lyn going to 3 days a week and all kinds of rumors going on at work, then this, then my damn car started acting funky on the way home from the store. Honest to God, I don't know how I keep from completely losing it.