Thursday, July 26, 2012

Fiji was NOT fun

Remember in this post, where I talked about getting my tooth pulled  and how I actually was going to have to get another one pulled? Yesterday was the day folks. My anxiety was pretty low because of my last experience - with the actual procedure being a piece of cake, but the recover not so much. I prepared better for the recovery this time, asking the oral surgeon to call in my prescriptions and offer me some medicine for the ride home. I was ready for my nice little sedation trip, and my well prepared ride home and hoepfully well planned out and improved recovery. Easy breezy, right? WRONG!!!!!
Well, to be fair, the same day recovery was a huge improvement over the last time, but today's pain is much, much worse. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that yesterday's procedure was the complete opposite from my "trip to Fiji", aka the last time. Last tooth pulling was just a molar. Yesterday's was a wisdom tooth. A gnarly, out of control, sideways-growing, gripping onto my jaw for dear life wisdom tooth. Why did no one explain to me, the naive unknowledgeable person I am, that there's a huge difference? So, long story short, the procedure was well over an hour of tugging at my tooth, in which it fell apart. I woke up more than once from my sedation to the sound of my oral surgeon mumbling expletives, and noticing the expression of worry on both of his assistants' (hygenists?) faces. When it was finally all over and I came back to the real world, I felt like I had just woken up from a nightmare - such the opposite from last time. In fact I started to get a little teary eyed when M came in the room and his face was a worldful of worry. I don't remember a whole lot, but I just remember wanting it to be all over so bad, and it was like being trapped in a world where I didn't know what was real or painful, and I didn't know when I would come out of it. Scary stuff people.
My preparation did lay out for a better recovery yesterday - I was able to still play with the Goose and do our nightly rituals and whatnot, unlike last time. However...today? Today is just plain ridiculous. It's not searing pain, but I've got stronger medication - which I hate. I hate feeling doped up. Plus I'm eating very little, so my nausea from both no food and heavier pain meds is out of this world. I can barely talk because opening my jaw is hell on earth, so chewing is out. My poor boss keeps asking me over and over to repeat myself. Yes, you read that right - I'm at work. As much as I'm complaining here folks, I'm a big girl, and I know how to rock the big girl panties. Luckily, there is a Hearty and Hale about a block and half from my office (nothing but soups and more delicious soups), so I'm finally able to get more than a smoothie down.
Overall, I hope to never have a tooth pulled again. Sorry for anyone that I've terrified. And for anyone who had more than one tooth pulled at a time, or handled this better than I - well, I bow down to you. Seriously, you rock the big girl panties way harder than me.
And all this time I'm thinking in the back of my head - "Wuss. And you want to give birth naturally? Sure, okay".

That's all to share today, folks. Coming up soon is my coming-together-plans for the Goose's SECOND birthday. I can't even...2. TWO!!! Tears are forming, so I'm cutting myself off...

Peace.
Katie


PS - This post is likely somewhat incoherent or ridiculous. Or completely. You can thank the Vicoprofin.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Fill in the Blank Friday

It's been a few weeks since I hopped on the Fill the Blanks train, so you might notice a small change to Lauren's format. I think I like it better. A whole post on one subject, rather than filling in a few words. Good Job Lauren! Head on over to her place, The Little Things We Do to join the fun. And happy weekend!



"If I could get away for the day, I would go...."



Shopping.

Not that I have the money to do so, but I miss the days of shopping without a baby/toddler in tow. The Goose is a very happy and easy going child for the most part, but being in a shopping cart or a stroller in stores is not his cup of tea. I can’t say that I blame the kid.
The Goose is a boy, through and through. He’s all energy, all the time. So being confined to a shopping cart or his stroller while I browse, and having to see the long aisles where he could be running amok, well, he just about loses his cool. Food shopping tends to be a bit less of a challenge (thank God, b/c we’ve got no choice on that one), but even still, I always try to plan the big grocery shops for when there are two of us home and I can go alone – which is rare.
If I could choose a place to go shopping by myself – it’d probably be Ikea or to an outlet center. Get lunch by myself, take my time. God, would that be great.
And then I’d come home and be all refreshed and ready for the Goose’s runaround, crazy, adorable antics. And I’d enjoy it even more because I would have missed him like crazy!