oral surgeon

We took Libby back to the oral surgeon today. She was beginning to hurt again, which isn't a good sign.  After waiting for an hour past our appointment time, we were seen. This time I did say something to the staff and the doctor.  I can appreciate them wanting to take time with their patients, explaining procedures, but a simple word from the receptionist with the news of him running late, would be appreciated. Turns out, Libby has a dry socket. No fun. The doctor pulled out a piece of tooth that was poking out of her gum that they missed from the surgery. They syringed her mouth (with little to no food in the spaces), more pain meds were prescribed, and her socket was packed. She goes back in a few days to have the socket unpacked.