Hello everyone,

Here is a brief history as to what I have been dealing with for the past 20 years:

In 2001, I got into an accident that cost me my two front teeth in a head-first collision onto the cement after learning how to ride a bike. The ground was covered in blood, and my newly grown in adult teeth broke off and flew out of my mouth. My then periodontists did everything in their power to save my two front teeth. And they did... for the most part. In the most natural way they could, until I later had to get  a very expensive root canal in 2007 which I was awake for. I remember the traumatizing experience of blood pouring from my mouth, as I was a very sensitive child. This one failure of a surgery had ruined my teeth. The surgeon who had done the root canal back in 2007 did a job that he did not finish. This led into the decay of my front tooth, which inevitably had to be removed upon my decision to do so. (The only issue was that, if I chose not to remove said teeth, I would face a world of complications that come with decaying teeth- infections of the bone... which could cause further complications).

Fast forward to March, 2019:
A few weeks before I turned 25, my dad wanted to give me the gift of new teeth. Implants. This was a very generous gift some of which was covered by insurance, except for the anesthesia treatment to put me to sleep so I do not have to face the trauma of having metal devices digging around in my mouth. The surgery was completed within an hour, and my teeth came out just fine. And lo and behold, the decayed tooth was already infected without my knowledge. According to my periodontist/surgeon, if I had waited any longer I would have been too late and have risked having a permanent hole in my mouth. (A lovely image)... They sutured my gums, and let for two holes to heal in my mouth so they could put the metal screw (implant) into my mouth so I can then have my new teeth. I walked away with enough drugs to help a small village. Antibiotics and painkillers galore. The healing process took about 6 months, and then I got surgery again in the beginning of November of 2019. 

Fast forward to today:
The healing from getting the implant screw went awry. Considering I have rough time with antibiotics, as I have a intestinal condition that causes me to become pretty sick from taking them, with the periodontist/surgeons recommendation , they believed I could get away without taking a full course of antibiotics again. Instead, the periodontist prescribed salt water rinses and medicated mouthwash, which would have been sufficient enough to heal the site of the implant.  They firmly believed that, because I’m young and full of vigor, my body could take care of itself, and try to be gentle on me without antibiotics, as it is not a total necessity to heal with. They were not wrong for assuming this, because I bought it too.

This was not the case. 2 weeks after healing, my gums began to grow a beautiful little thing over my surgery site called an “abscess”. It is literally a pus-filled pimple in the mouth. This was a sure-fire sign that there is an infected area. I went back to my periodontist, and he shook his head and said, “darn”. I could sense that this was not a good sign. My periodontist and his assistant did a minor, yet excruciatingly painful procedure to drain the abscess. Another course of antibiotics were given to me, which caused me to have about a weeks worth of diarrhea and lose a lot of strength (mentally and physically) as well as water weight. I was very ill. 

Two days ago:
I went back to my periodontist with a full return of the abscess. The antibiotics did nothing. This meant only one thing: the inside where my newly placed implant is infected. It was like my world came crashing down on me. I knew this meant I had to get surgery again. Twice. They are starting over from scratch- remove the implant, let it heal for 6 months, then put in a new implant and let that heal for 6 months... another year worth of surgery.

Luckily, my periodontist is an amazing person and  is footing  the bill of the surgery....... BUT NOT the anesthesia. This has become a relatively major inconvenience as I cannot afford $3000 worth of anesthesia. So, here I am. As much stigma and shame comes from asking for help, I am doing it because sometimes it’s what you have to do in the midst of a battle with your health on the line. 

So, in closing, I am asking for help to cover this cost. My goal is $3000 for the two times I will receive anesthesia. Any help is very much appreciated, and I will do my best to reach out to everyone who participates.

Thank you so much- my smile depends on it. ♥️ All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!