mashed potatoes and milkshakes

I sat in the oral surgeon's office this last Tuesday... I sat there wondering what on earth I was doing. If I got up and left, would Dave follow me? Would anyone else notice? Of course, I had just given them my credit card and paid for the extraction of my three (yes, thank goodness it wasn't four) wisdom teeth, so I better have something to show for it I guess. My stomach was in knots - has anyone ever died from having their wisdom teeth removed? I should have done more research on this.

The nurse called my name. I couldn't even look at Dave for fear of bursting into tears right there in the office. I know.. dramatic, aren't I? To be very blunt, I feared for my life.

This nurse was good though. She knew my type. She didn't ask too many questions, didn't ask how I felt about the surgery. She just showed me where I could hang my sweater, asked me if I was warm enough, had me sit in the chair, and put the gas on me right away. Yeah. She's good. She didn't bother taking my blood pressure until I had breathed in several breaths of that nitrous oxide happy gas. The same fears of the surgery and the IV (The IV!!!) and all the pain following the extraction were still there.. I just didn't care.

The surgeon came in.. such a nice man. He went into the hall and came back with a fleecy blanket. I like fleece.. so comfy.. so cozy, and warm. Especially when you are full of happy gas. Then he helped strap my arms down. Nice soft straps. Now I can relax my arms. What a nice doctor. Then he sat down to administer the IV. The IV!!! Wasn't I supposed to be scared of that? So you missed the first time, nice doctor. That's okay. Take another stab at it. I don't care.. I have happy gas!

"Now we're going to slowly start the medicine that will make you go to sleep," said the kind nurse. Quickly followed by, "We're all done, Deanna.. You can wake up now." Then the kind nurse was helping me sit up. She helped me put my sweater on, and then slowly led me down the hall to where Dave was waiting. Oh the pain. Oh the misery. Why couldn't I just stay in the chair for a little longer.. the same chair I dreaded sitting in at the beginning.

Flash forward. After five days of healing so far, I'm still eating mashed potatoes and have to melt down my ice cream to milkshake consistency. The first couple days were pure H-E-double hockey sticks. I still wonder why one would call them "wisdom" teeth, when all they seem to do is cause trouble. I say we call them "misery molars."

Sidenote: Last night was Halloween (duh) and Madie and Adrie went Trick-or-Treating with Dave. This morning, Madie was looking for her candy and said that Mommy must have eaten it all. I just had to laugh..