Chapter 9" Vanity can kill a kidney
February 10th 2007 19:44
My teeth have always been unattractive to say the least. Because I couldn’t get enough calcium on the strict diet I was on before my kidney transplant my adult teeth did not come in and the teeth that had not fell out naturally are very yellow. I was told they have no enamel so they would never look good with out cosmetic surgery of some kind.
Before I started high school the look of my teeth were really bothering me. My dentist said he could make the beautiful. Just what a teenager wants to hear. He was going to straighten what I had and put white covers over them. Everything he said sounded great.
When I went in to get the procedure done he first had to pull two teeth so my teeth would meet. I had always smiled with my mouth shut because only two of my back teeth met. He x-rayed my mouth to see if there was any problem. Everything looked fine. He gave me a shot of novocaine to numb the area of the first tooth to be pulled.
As soon as he pulled the tooth there seemed to be a small problem. There was a tiny obsess that did not show up on the x-ray. He had me spit and clear my month out asap. I must have swallowed a bit. I didn’t get the other tooth pulled. Within 24 hour I was sick and in a rejection crisis. I had to go straight to Cleveland. They were able to clear up the infection, but not save the kidney.
I had a harder time starting back on dialysis. First the sent me to North Side Hospital in Warren, Ohio. They were less than competent. They technicians would stick me with the 17 gage needles 2 to three times and not be able to access my site. They would call the Dr. to do it or sometimes just keep sticking me until they got it. I was throwing up every treatment. The technicians there wouldn’t let my mom stay with me while I got the treatments. One of them even said I was being a baby.
I told my mom I would rather die than go back there. She complained and they treated her like she was stupid because this was what dialysis was like for people. At least the people at that unit I guess. My mom talked to my local Dr. and my Dr. in Cleveland and had me moved to a Sheron, Pa Dialysis Center.
They Sheron Center was much better. My mom could come in during my treatment. And they didn’t have nearly the same amount of trouble sticking the needles in my fistula. There were a few people that were better than others, but those were the people they had sticking me 90% of the time.
Thing got much more comfortable. Eventually I didn’t even use the skin numbing shot before the initial stick. My skin toughened up and I barely felt the stick. Because of my good attitude I was made a patient coordinated. Which meant I talked to new patients especially those that had a hard time coping. At the very least I would always make them laugh.
Before I started high school the look of my teeth were really bothering me. My dentist said he could make the beautiful. Just what a teenager wants to hear. He was going to straighten what I had and put white covers over them. Everything he said sounded great.
When I went in to get the procedure done he first had to pull two teeth so my teeth would meet. I had always smiled with my mouth shut because only two of my back teeth met. He x-rayed my mouth to see if there was any problem. Everything looked fine. He gave me a shot of novocaine to numb the area of the first tooth to be pulled.
As soon as he pulled the tooth there seemed to be a small problem. There was a tiny obsess that did not show up on the x-ray. He had me spit and clear my month out asap. I must have swallowed a bit. I didn’t get the other tooth pulled. Within 24 hour I was sick and in a rejection crisis. I had to go straight to Cleveland. They were able to clear up the infection, but not save the kidney.
I had a harder time starting back on dialysis. First the sent me to North Side Hospital in Warren, Ohio. They were less than competent. They technicians would stick me with the 17 gage needles 2 to three times and not be able to access my site. They would call the Dr. to do it or sometimes just keep sticking me until they got it. I was throwing up every treatment. The technicians there wouldn’t let my mom stay with me while I got the treatments. One of them even said I was being a baby.
I told my mom I would rather die than go back there. She complained and they treated her like she was stupid because this was what dialysis was like for people. At least the people at that unit I guess. My mom talked to my local Dr. and my Dr. in Cleveland and had me moved to a Sheron, Pa Dialysis Center.
They Sheron Center was much better. My mom could come in during my treatment. And they didn’t have nearly the same amount of trouble sticking the needles in my fistula. There were a few people that were better than others, but those were the people they had sticking me 90% of the time.
Thing got much more comfortable. Eventually I didn’t even use the skin numbing shot before the initial stick. My skin toughened up and I barely felt the stick. Because of my good attitude I was made a patient coordinated. Which meant I talked to new patients especially those that had a hard time coping. At the very least I would always make them laugh.
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