REAL-TIME COMMENT: OUR BANDWIDTH SHRUNK DRAMATICALLY WITH OUR SATELLITE INTERNET. VERY LIMITED AND FLEETING. WILL UPDATE IF AND WHEN IT CHANGES. WILL TRY AND UPLOAD PICTURES LATER......
3rd Clinic Day and River Ants
A slow clinic day, patient-wise, a challenging one
procedure-wise. 7 patients, 6 tough
extractions with Gloria taking care of a baby tooth that needed to come
out. In review, there is a lot of
fluoride in the water here on the Maasai Mara.
Indeed, there is so much fluoride that most of our patients have
fluorisis. Which is a dark brown
staining of the enamel. Most aren’t
bothered by it, so we don’t mention it.
But, what we found two years ago, and it is supported
this time around, it is the wisdom teeth that give the local folks their
biggest problems. Primarily the lower
wisdom teeth. You know the ones most of
you had removed when you were 16-18 years old.
Probably more due to not ideal hygiene, decay will start in these teeth
and by the time they hurt, a lot of them are decayed close to or below the gum
line.
That’s the challenge.
Getting them out with little to grab on to. Thankfully we have x-rays so I can see how
badly the roots are contorted and twisted.
Then the work begins. Without
getting too graphic, it is surgery with removal of gum and bone. Slow, methodical and careful. I don’t want to leave any root tips, etc. So, a good challenge for an old dentist!
And now, a few words about ants. I call them ‘river ants’. We walk to the Tent Resort, by the back way, past the generator, motor pool and the back door to the
kitchen. Across the path, is a line of
ants that almost defies description. The
‘river’ is the ants cruising back and forth, and the banks of the river are
millions more! It is about 3 inches wide
with a solid bank of ants on either side of the ‘river’.
The problem last night was I didn’t see the river,
stepped right into it and managed to drag a ton of ants with me to dinner. Not knowing at the time exactly what I did, I
was hopping out of my chair, as I was
getting bit, throughout the meal, killing ants and shaking them out of my
pants. Finally, after walking back to
the clinic, I took my jeans off and shook out another dozen of the
critters. Tonight, the river was in a
different place on the path, just as ferocious, we broad jumped over it.
No comments:
Post a Comment