I’m sitting here with my feet up (literally), and figured now’s a good time to update the ole blog. Most days, if I’m sitting down with my computer I feel like I should be doing something else. Today though, I know I should just be taking things easy. Why?
On Friday I did something I thought I’d never have to endure…I had my wisdom teeth removed. I’m sure we’ve all heard our share of horror stories about how awful an experience it is, not only in the dentist’s chair, but in the healing as well. Obviously it’s something I never hoped I’d have to do, and really never thought I’d need to do. My wisdom teeth never really bothered me, save for the few days a year when they’d move a little and I’d be a little uncomfortable. But nothing major. I used to have a great dentist, but he retired about 2 years ago, and the people who took over his office seemed less than trustworthy. I felt like they were just going to try to make me get unnecessary procedures done, so I stopped going. I was passively looking for a new dentist, but nothing urgent. Earlier this year though, I knew I needed to get Markus to see a dentist for the first time, so the search was on again. A friend of mine recommended her dentist, who is a friend of theirs. So off Markus, Clay, and I went. People, you could not find a nicer dentist, nicer staff, or nicer dental office. I know I know, everyone thinks their dentist is great, but come on. Really. You’ve got nothing on me.
Anyway, about the teeth. I only had 3 wisdom teeth, and none of them had actually come all the way through. I was told they never would, and as time went on they’d get more difficult to keep clean. He could almost guarantee that at some point they’d give me trouble, and it would be better to get them out now than later. The younger you are, they easier you heal. On top of that, the sedation they use cannot be given to someone who’s pregnant, so chalk up another reason to get it over and done with now. (Okay, I’m not going to get into that right now, except to say that we’re probably not done having kids.)
So Friday was the day. I had to take a drug the night before, some kind of anti-anxiety thing, and then they gave me something else when I got there to make me more relaxed and tired, and once that started kicking in, they got me in the chair with some nitrous oxide. I wasn’t sure about the whole idea of it, but I am so thankful for it now. As it started working, I remember laying there and I just started giggling. I wondered if the dental hygienist would notice (her back was turned to me) so I tried to stop, and I just giggled more…and then I must have fallen asleep. I woke up and Dr. N asked me how I was feeling. “I just had a big long dream!” He laughed, told me to try to have another one, and then I guess I fell asleep again. I woke up every now and then and would notice him working, sometimes he’d have to wake me to tell me to open wide, and I remember him pulling one tooth, and I remember seeing the needle and thread as he stitched me up… gross, right? But it didn’t seem gross, it was just like, “Oh, he’s stitching me. That’s nice.”
When everything was done, they took me down to my waiting chauffeur (Clay, of course), and home we went. It’s been a few days of very regular pain pill popping, ice packs, pureed soup, ice cream, yogurt, salt water rinsing, lots of rest, a few moments of tears when the pain was too intense, and a bit of a panic attack last night when I took my eyes off the one who holds me in his hands. I am so thankful for my husband, who reminded me that Jesus is in control and is worthy of my complete trust, and who took such good care of me and let me rest while he looked after the little ones.
So that’s my story for the last few days, not really in a nutshell. If anyone actually read all this, thanks. You’re sweet for humoring me :) And you know what? My wonderful children have been playing (nicely!) upstairs the entire time I’ve been writing this. Thanks, Jesus.