Today, hopefully, is the beginning of the end of affair with the oral surgeon. I took Steph in today to have two teeth extracted (numbers 15 and 16, if that means anything to you - screw HIPAA). The procedure was very quick, though time will tell how painless it will be. We were actually in the waiting room together longer than she was in back getting worked on. They brought me back after they had put her in the recovery room, and we had a comical conversation. I overheard some of the office staff talking about how chatty she was. Whet I got there, however, she was just off in la-la land somewhere, very seriously pontificating on the benefits of nitrous oxide. She must have asked me 6 times how we could get our hands on some laughing gas. Normally (not drugged) she would probably only ask me 4 times before the answer registers (if you know Steph, you know what I mean).
She did not vomit on the way home, and as far as I know, we did not cause any accidents. I insisted when we first got in the car that I would take her straight home and get her into bed, then go out and get lunch (she was starving) and get her new meds. 10 minutes into the drive, the lightbulb went off in her head, and she said, "Oh, now I know why you want to take me straight home - so I don't throw up." Bingo, tell the lady what she's won.
So I got her home, fed her some pudding and pills, and then went out and got her the cheezburgr she craved. She can haz cheezburgr. We watched some TV before she fell asleep, and she has been in bed ever since, waking up occasionally to pop more pills or swap out gauze.
Well the kids are home now and pretty attention starved at the moment. Time to think about what's for dinner. I want pizza. Better think of a way to make that happen.
Thank you for this entry i enjoyed reading it.
I will share my experience with you, when i was in grade school my mother took me to dentist for the removal of my decayed tooth,
after that she told me to eat something cold, i tell her to buy me an ice cream, my favorite ice cream,then she did, that time i said to my self i hope everyday we'll go to the dentist. lol.
-heather-
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