A little less wise, but otherwise OK

This post is for Rose. It's probably way more than anyone else wants to read about teeth.

The Good

I was worried that I would be aware of what was going on during the surgery since I knew IV sedation wasn't going to make me unconscious. I can say I only remember sitting in the chair and then getting out of it some time later with the help of a nurse.

My family and friends are awesome. My kids have been well cared for and entertained even with my hubs having to go in for a meeting on Thursday morning. I've been brought syringes for rinsing and ice cream. My hubs has been an all-around awesome nurse/stay-at-home dad/working parent.

I got some awesome advice via Facebook. Icing a lot. Eating regularly and especially (dairy, who knew?) before meds, has staved away the nausea and swelling and made things pretty tolerable.

The swelling is not too bad, and the only bruise I have is from the IV.

I went out and bought my fave comfort food. Campbells Chicken and Rice Soup. Ginger Ale. Saltines. It was a good idea.

The Bad

Once I got in the chair, I was given nitrous. Which probably would've been a "good" thing if I'd know that was what was going on. Instead, I had a panic attack, and then realized I was still sitting in the chair. I asked, "Am I ok?" and my voice sounded strangely far away. The doctor replied, "Um, I don't know. Are you ok?" and I heard my far away voice say, "The room is spinning." "Oh," he chuckled. "That's the nitrous. We can turn that down a little."

Having a milkshake post-op was a very good idea. However, I should've taken my first pain meds along with it. when I got home, I got to bed and took my meds, and then was in the Worst Pain Ever. For some reason, I decided a shower would help. I think it made things worse. Alec called the doctor to ask if I could take more. The doctor said no, but I could alternate it with Advil every 2 hours. That was a very long 2 hours. That first day, pretty much all I did besides sleep was count down 2 hour intervals.

I'm slightly terrified of drugs, so I probably didn't take as much of it as I needed. I also decided to stop taking it yesterday, which meant I slept the entire day.

The Ugly

My mom had said, put a towel on your pillow because you will probably have bleeding. I have no idea why I didn't heed that advice. Ew.

I knew I was losing 4 teeth. I didn't realize I'd lose quite so much from the insides of my cheeks. Also? Had no idea I'd have stitches. When the pain med wore off, all I could feel was those damn stitches pulling. It kind of makes me woozy to think about it.

I'm up and about today, which is about 72 hours after having had the teeth out. Someone had said to me yesterday, "You'll feel much more like yourself by Tuesday", which I think is probably right. I'm only planning to go to a meeting and to sit for a family portrait (great timing on that), which I imagine is going to completely exhaust me.

Conversations

Me: Will you say hi to my grandmother on the phone?
Lindsay: Mom (putting her hand up), I can't. Rockstars don't talk on the phone.
Me (talking into the phone): Sorry, Mimi. Lindsay won't say hi.

Lauren: There's this thing that bugs do.
Me: What's that?
Lauren: Well, with people we call it marrying. But with bugs it's called mating. You know what else?
Me (cringing inwardly): What else?
Lauren: Bugs can't mate with their mama bugs, just like I can't marry my mama.

Rockstar