"Love is thinking someone's faults are beautiful."
-- Author Unknown
Yesterday morning I had my wisdom teeth removed. I wish I could tell you all about it, but I honestly don't remember too much. I had to take these pills an hour beforehand, and even those made me feel loopy. Kind of like I was drunk, but only physically, you know?
Anyway, Kyle took me to the oral surgeon in West Chester. I don't really remember signing in or where the building even was. I remember hugging Kyle before I went in, and sitting in the chair. They stuck a needle in my arm and put some oxygen mask thing on my nose and I just conked out. I didn't even have to count down from 100. Or maybe they asked me to, but I was already out of it.
Then all of a sudden I was awake and being led to a room with a few beds. I fell immediately fell back into unconsciousness, then I remember waking up and saying, "Kyle. Kyle? Kyle." and I was frustrated because none of the dentist people understood what I was saying (probably because I couldn't feel my tongue or lips). So I finally pointed at my wedding ring and said, "Kyyyle!"
Kyle took me home and gave me some frozen peas to keep on my jaw. He spoon fed me pudding and didn't leave my side at all. He is one hell of a husband.
My parents stopped by with some dinner -- I had mashed potatoes and yogurt -- along with one of my favorite Christmas movies, Scrooge. It was nice to have some more company.
I'm doing okay, mostly because of all the love and support my family is showing me. Kyle has been so sweet. The bottom left side of my jaw is numb, and I can't really open my mouth too far. To be honest...it just hurts. And I just took some more painkillers and I feel a bit dizzy, so I am going to go lie down.
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