|Out of it on the way there. I was already feeling veeeeeerry
strange from the pill they gave me to take at
home before the proceedure…
Welp, I survived. It wasn’t as bad as I dreamed it would be the night before, that’s for sure. At least I think not, because I can’t remember a whole lot of what went down after I took my prescribed “loopy pill” in preparation for the procedure. My memory was jogged a tad, though, when I woke up at 3:45 this morning, fully rested, in my clothes from yesterday, with a damp crotch. My first reaction was, “Oh no, please tell me I did not relieve myself on that dental chair….” But then I remembered that I spilt something in my lap on the drive home, but I couldn’t recall what, exactly.
I was so thrilled when I discovered that I didn’t swell or bruise at all as I looked in the bathroom mirror in the wee hours of this morning. I opened my mouth wide to check out the damage and make sure I didn’t just dream the whole thing up. There was my new little implant stump, awaiting a cozy crown to cover it in just a few months’ time. And there was my beautiful new white filling that replaced the old silver one that had started coming out. Now I only have two more silver fillings to convert to white, which hopefully I’ll do someday. I swear, with all the sliver fillings I’ve had, we could have listed my mouth as an asset. And because I have one of those “big-mouthed-expose-everything-belty laughs” my fillings have left much to be desired to all who notices them. But now I have a beautiful implant stump to show off while a guffaw. I’d say we’re well on our way to a beautiful grill, folks.
|Picking out my movies. And praying, probably.|
I changed into some pajamas even though the sun would be rising soon, and found myself sneaking into James’ room, which is really just the corner of the living room/kitchen. As I watched him dream I couldn’t help but scoop Bubbers up and cuddle him in our trusty rocking chair as he slept in my arms. I was kept very entertained with his grunts and his facial twitches and his sleep giggles, all of which put John’s to shame. I love holding my sleeping baby. He just feels so right in my arms, all relaxed and safe. As we cuddled I tried to recall anything that went on during the surgery. I remember not being able to fall asleep because they had “Father of the Bride” playing. But I also remember it was over in an instant, and “Miss Congeniality” took it’s place. There was also tugging, gagging on my part, and of course I remember the razor sharp plastic frames they make you chew down on to take x-rays.
|my cheer leaders|
I looked around for a few more clues. The house was a mess, and although I felt fine at 4:00 this morning I plotted to milk this for all it was worth so that John would clean up for me. I put James back in his crib and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw a big Cafe Rio bag. That would explain the wet crotch. I remembered I spilt the cup of water in my lap, which reminded me of being asked what I wanted for dinner on the drive home. I had enough wits about me to say Panda Express for John’s sake, because I know how much he loves it there. I already knew I had no intention of eating anything. But he gently said, “Sweetheart, that sounds great but I can’t think of anything soft for you to eat there. Is there somewhere else you would like?” And I guess I said Cafe Rio, even though I didn’t eat a bite of it. I also remembered hitting the mattress the second I got home and drifting off into such a deep sleep that I might as well have not existed. And that was that.
With no more clues about, I decided to return to my husband’s grunts, twitches, and sleep giggles, and eventually drifted back to sleep again.
|Feeling pretty miserable afterwards. Luckily I don’t
remember this part at all!
So far I still feel fine, but I’m definitely a little more uncomfortable now than I was a few hours ago. I taste blood now and there is a pulse in my mouth, but all in all I am faring way better than I had anticipated. I just feel so blessed that I can get this taken care of now and not be in intense pain anymore. I’ll have you know, too, that after having read up on them, I think I can add “dry socket” to my list of legitimate fears now….
|I do not recall this text conversation… It obviously happened
when I was very much drugged. Let there be a
lesson in this to all of you!!! Ha.