I survived Molargate 2007 without a hitch, although I do have a slight case of chipmunk cheeks, my right jaw is pretty sore, and I haven’t had anything but liquids to eat for the past 24 hours. And no alcohol allowed, missy! I had a smoothie for breakfast and I’m about to chow down on some Easy Mac.
As Anne told me in an e-mail a few weeks ago, I felt silly for being so nervous when it was all over and done with. I mean I’ve had two c-sections. Can anything be quite as surreal as having your uterus tugged out of your body while you are fully conscious?
The anticipation and dread of the actual wisdom tooth extraction was much much worse than the outcome. The nurse was awesome and I barely have so much as a blip on my arm where she inserted the IV tubing. I hate needles, so the numbing solution and the IV both made me cringe. She covered me in a big velvety blue blanket and I couldn’t help but notice that Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds was playing on a CD player above me. I also noticed that the room was void of any scary dental looking drills, bits, or jack hammers. I’m sure they whisked them in on a cart as soon as I was in la la land.
The last thing I remember was the nurse telling me she was giving me something similar to Valium in my IV and then I foggily recall her helping me walk to the hubby’s car and telling me not to look down. The rest is a blurry haze of slurping on soup and a biting down on two wads of gauze and sleeping on the couch and bed and talking to my mom on the phone. By 8:30 last night I was reading to Miss C and feeling pretty good.
When the nurse came out to the lobby to tell the hubby that everything went well and they were prepping me to come home she commented that she could tell I liked to be in control. Apparently they had to give me an extra shot of “happy juice.” Yes, even under anesthesia I’m a control freak.