Yesterday, I had the “Golden Tooth” extracted.
To say that I was
nervous apprehensive scared to death would have been putting it mildly. I’d never been sedated for dental work before, so there were many unknowns.
But – I can honestly say that once I was in that chair, I thought about my family, friends and my blogging family. I knew many people were thinking about me and praying for me. That really helped calm my nerves.
And maybe prevented me from bolting out the door.
As the surgeon was starting the IV, he said that sometimes patients will “sort of” wake up toward the end of the procedure. Not me; when I woke up, I was in recovery. Motor Man was sitting beside the bed, trying to decipher what I was mumbling.
I’d wake up for a few minutes, mumble something and go right back to sleep. I vaguely remember Motor Man and the assistant helping me to the car. And I know Motor Man got me in the house when we got home, but I really don’t remember it. I DO remember seeing our bed, and how wonderful it felt to just fall into it.
For the most part, I slept the remainder of the afternoon. Marshall went to the pharmacy to take my prescription and bring back my pain meds. He’s never seen his mom so loopy, I’m sure.
I’ve had a minimum of pain, and am just relieved that this is over. I’m ready for a more typical day today, and we plan to go to the races tonight. Thankfully we park by the track, so I’ll be in the comfort of our vehicle. Aren’t reclining seats wonderful?
Thanks for all your concern. You probably had no idea that you prevented a dental patient from going AWOL yesterday.