I needed an implant because, according to the x-ray almost a year prior, there was bone decay and it would eventually get worse. Dentistry is such a blind item and I trusted the guy, so I went for it. Who knew that this would be a year of hell. In my gut I just knew something wasn’t right.

Three bone grafts, pain, swelling, not to mention feeling sad. I was mad at the periodontist, the dentist and myself because I am usually a well-researched woman, and I wasn’t paying attention to what my gut was telling me.

So, okay, I finally went to another periodontist. Someone that came highly recommended, had an impeccable reputation, is a teacher in the field, and has had great success with the patients that were fortunate to have gone to him. Plus, I know him personally.

I was hoping after I saw him for a consult and had another x-ray, he would say, “Okay, not so bad. Go back to him.” Unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

He looked inside my mouth, studied the x-ray and said, “If I brought this case to the not-to-be mentioned medical school, showed this to the other doctors, interns, etc., do you know what their reaction would be?”

I said, “What”.

He replied, “OY!"

So, we start from square one. But I feel better even though….