So I had my wisdom teeth out this morning. Which meant no breakfast today, and nothing whatever to drink. And my appointment wasn't until 10:40 am. Torture! I chewed gum to keep my throat from getting all dry, and my stomach from getting all upset. But I really, really wanted actual food and water. I felt like a mildly crazy person, especially when we went through the Wendy's drive-thru so Zack could order his breakfast sandwich, hashbrowns, and orange juice.
The most interesting part was getting put under. They gave me laughing gas first, which made me feel like one of those shiny helium balloons at the grocery store, all floaty and happy. Then the surgeon (a great big, jolly man who looks uncannily like the captain of the ship in Wall-E; he even coasts around the room on a stool with wheels, rather than walking), gave me an IV, and he and the assistants talked to me to see how the anesthesia was taking hold. I don't remember much of our conversation, only that it was incredibly witty. We laughed and laughed. All the while, a lady in pink scrubs was hovering around me with leather straps, "securing my limbs" to the chair. For my own safety, people. She was super sneaky about it, too. I'd look down and realize, my goodness, I can't move my legs.
After that, everything suddenly went away, and then I was waking up in pain. Lots and lots of pain. I think I moaned a bit, but that is not my fault. I was not in full control of my faculties. Another lady in raspberry scrubs helped me walk into a room with a comfy little bed, where I laid down and she covered me with a blanket. I was shaking all over incontrollably, from the anesthetic.
Zack came in to receive instructions from the nurse. I communicated to him through mumbling and gestures that I needed meds. The nurse gave me something which soon made me feel better.
After that, it was off to the Fred Meyer for my percoset and ibuprofen. Then home, to tuck me up on the couch with ice packs and narcotics. I soon felt as comfy as could be, drowsy and happy, like I could drift cozily in and out of sleep for the next hundred years. Zack has been the absolute best caretaker I could ever ask for - kind, attentive, eager to supply my every need. He makes me smoothies and scrambled eggs, brings me ice water, changes my ice packs, gives me my meds. He has endless supplies of patience. I truly could not ask for a better husband.
I should go now - time for fresh ice packs. I only wish Zack could stay home with me all week, but alas, that isn't possible. Someone has to earn the money around here. I won't forget this, though. I've actually enjoyed myself today, and I feel very loved. Best Feeling in the World
xoxo
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