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I slept terribly last night.
I was dreaming that I was renting a room from a drug addict.
I was woken by Middle upon his return from the movies (that's the rule).
And then I couldn't go back to sleep.
How will Middle fare today?
Did my parent's home in Oklahoma have a foyer with a table?
When is that party that Youngest is attending?
I drove myself crazy.
Last night, when I drove Middle to the movies he said:
I'm not feeling good about this...I've never had stitches or an IV or anesthesia.
Do you have to sign something that says you understand that I could die during the procedure?
Is that true?
They make you sign a bunch of stuff, right?
To which I replied:
I'm pretty sure they make you sign something that says the risks of general anesthesia have been explained to you and that you promise you'll pay for the treatment and that the oral surgeon has permission to speak with your primary dentist.
Well, I'm not looking forward to it, were his final words on the subject. He bounded out of the car smiling and was laughing when he woke me last night (by turning on the bedroom light and staring at me).
He's hard to parent in situations like this.
I'll want to be holding his hand or hovering over him and he won't have it.
I put fresh linens on his bed, recycled the 38 bottles and cans from his room and vacuumed.
His brother picked out a new video game for him.
I told his girlfriend I'll pick her up and bring her here to see him.
I'll stock the fridge with jello and the freezer with sorbet.
And I'll probably hold his hand. Even if he doesn't like it.
I was dreaming that I was renting a room from a drug addict.
I was woken by Middle upon his return from the movies (that's the rule).
And then I couldn't go back to sleep.
How will Middle fare today?
Did my parent's home in Oklahoma have a foyer with a table?
When is that party that Youngest is attending?
I drove myself crazy.
Last night, when I drove Middle to the movies he said:
I'm not feeling good about this...I've never had stitches or an IV or anesthesia.
Do you have to sign something that says you understand that I could die during the procedure?
Is that true?
They make you sign a bunch of stuff, right?
To which I replied:
I'm pretty sure they make you sign something that says the risks of general anesthesia have been explained to you and that you promise you'll pay for the treatment and that the oral surgeon has permission to speak with your primary dentist.
Well, I'm not looking forward to it, were his final words on the subject. He bounded out of the car smiling and was laughing when he woke me last night (by turning on the bedroom light and staring at me).
He's hard to parent in situations like this.
I'll want to be holding his hand or hovering over him and he won't have it.
I put fresh linens on his bed, recycled the 38 bottles and cans from his room and vacuumed.
His brother picked out a new video game for him.
I told his girlfriend I'll pick her up and bring her here to see him.
I'll stock the fridge with jello and the freezer with sorbet.
And I'll probably hold his hand. Even if he doesn't like it.
Comments
Just be there in the recovery room, because when he opens his eyes, high as a kite, he'll probably want to see your smile and feel your hand on his shoulder, even if he can't admit that right now.
He'll have quite a gory looking mouth, so warn the girlfriend that his smile will be bloody most of the day. He probably won't be able to stay conscious for long and will fade in and out, as well... and say wacky things!
I went through this with mine a year ago...
All in all - this should be a good time.
I don't have any, and if I did, you don't need to hear them.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
Repeat often.
I hope he does very, very well, and that your next post is "He's fine and sleeping snug as a bug at home."
Big hugs to you, Mama.
Will be thinking of you guys today.
Thinking of you both and keeping you near today...
play it by ear, you'll do fine. and so will he.
Anesthesia, best kind of drug.
Let him look at it that way, it's a bit less scary!
Lots of Rescue Remedy. For you, not him. Give him arnica.
And some coffea cruda for you before you go to sleep tonight.
And a couple glasses of wine. That would be good too.
He'll be fine. He may look like a Halloween pumpkin for a while, but otherwise, fine.
You, on the other hand, will need a vat of that cheap wine. And a nap. Pretty much in that order.
pax
Robin
And good luck to bb - make sure that you are safe to drive him home - I always feel a bit freaked out in that sort of situation and hope that nobody drives too close.
thinking of you both.
We're thinking of you.
This reminds me of a bizarre movie called Toothless starring Kirsty Ally who is a dentist who dies and becomes the Tooth Fairy while she's in limbo. Kids can see her, but when they lose their last tooth, they can't see her any more. I don't know whether or not to recommend it. It's kind of strange.
As a young girl and teenager I had to have several surgeries and was never quite sure I'd live through them. (drama is my middle name) Then came the time when I went to the movies (and I am dating myself here) and saw Coma the night before an operation! Oh! My hysterical sobs coming from pre-op the next day, must have been terrifying to all the other patients! I think my mom just hid in the waiting room and denied all knowledge of me! LOL
Glad your boy is doing better!
God bless.