Ian Is Less Wise Now
Don't ask me why he only had three. We're all supposed to have four. Not Ian. He's quirky that way, I guess.
Today, Ian had his wisdom teeth extracted by an oral surgeon. No food or liquid before the surgery, which at first was OK because he was supposed to go under at 11:45 a.m. They bumped him to 1:45 p.m., though, and by the time we were getting into the car to drive to the appointment, he was pretty hungry.
Then the valium kicked in.
Then he was floatymellow.
What's amazing to me is how little time it took them to cut open his gums and saw out his teeth. (Eew!) We were literally out of there in under an hour. Maybe because they had to remove only three teeth.
Seriously, I went out to my car to text some friends (cuz my phone's battery was dead, of course) and when I got back I only waited about 10 minutes before they told me he was finished and coming around and I should go get the car. The surgeon can hack out three teeth faster than I can text three sentences!
Fortunately, the Percocet they gave him for the pain is doing its job. He's a little woozy, but able to talk now that we have removed all the cotton gauze from his mouth. He has eaten soft foods like yogurt, chicken-noodle soup, chili, and jello pudding. (Perhaps this is his opportunity to enjoy nothing but prefab foods for a day or two.)
He is dopey enough to tell both me and his mother what a great nurse I am. "My wife is just so great. She's taking such good care of me."
To which, I replied. "This was easy. And won't we be lucky if this is the most serious nursing either of us ever has to do for the other in our marriage? I mean, I'd be very happy to skip that whole colostomy bag thing, if it's all just the same."
P.S. I love him to pieces and I hope he feels better soon!
Today, Ian had his wisdom teeth extracted by an oral surgeon. No food or liquid before the surgery, which at first was OK because he was supposed to go under at 11:45 a.m. They bumped him to 1:45 p.m., though, and by the time we were getting into the car to drive to the appointment, he was pretty hungry.
Then the valium kicked in.
Then he was floatymellow.
What's amazing to me is how little time it took them to cut open his gums and saw out his teeth. (Eew!) We were literally out of there in under an hour. Maybe because they had to remove only three teeth.
Seriously, I went out to my car to text some friends (cuz my phone's battery was dead, of course) and when I got back I only waited about 10 minutes before they told me he was finished and coming around and I should go get the car. The surgeon can hack out three teeth faster than I can text three sentences!
Fortunately, the Percocet they gave him for the pain is doing its job. He's a little woozy, but able to talk now that we have removed all the cotton gauze from his mouth. He has eaten soft foods like yogurt, chicken-noodle soup, chili, and jello pudding. (Perhaps this is his opportunity to enjoy nothing but prefab foods for a day or two.)
He is dopey enough to tell both me and his mother what a great nurse I am. "My wife is just so great. She's taking such good care of me."
To which, I replied. "This was easy. And won't we be lucky if this is the most serious nursing either of us ever has to do for the other in our marriage? I mean, I'd be very happy to skip that whole colostomy bag thing, if it's all just the same."
P.S. I love him to pieces and I hope he feels better soon!