WISDOM TEETH...YAY

yesterday i had the joy of spending a couple of hours in the dentist's office, something everyone is jealous of, i know. my appt was at 11 and i didnt get called back until noon, usually this would give me anxiety and upset me, but for some reason i didnt mind because my anxiety came from somewhere else haha. i was a nervous wreck! My dad was the one who took me because he was my "driver". At one point he turned to me, patted my knee and said "its not that bad, just relax" for anyone who really knows me, that is not possible. When i reminded him of this all he said was, "yeah, true" hahaha oh my poor dad. He was great though! Once i was finally called back my dad followed me for support (yes because i wanted im to) until they had to kick him out. You know our last conversation?? While in the back he actually attempted to calm me down yet again with telling me that when he got his out it wasnt a big deal. He said that not many actually die during the procedure and very few come out with permanent damage, and then the doctor said, "ok Mr Johnson we will see you in about 45 min" my dad turned to me and said "Good luck" oh geeze, thanks dad! I may be exaggerating a little bit, its possible he wasnt that dramatic but he did mention death hahaha. Oh my dad.

I dont remember anything about the procedure....obviously, except the IV going in, which semi made me sick! I dont not do any shot related thing very well. The last thing i remember was asking if dizziness was normal haha. The next thing i knew my dad was calling my name. He asked how i was feeling, i was confused about how i got my sweatshirt on since they had asked me to remove it. My dad started to laugh and like a fool i giggled to. I guess the drugs hadnt worn off yet haha, by the time i got home i looked like an even bigger fool because i was crying, although telling you this is humiliating i was told is totally normal behavior.

My mouth hasnt been bleeding a ton and the pain isnt unbearable, swelling?? so far not toooooo badly, its the meds that are getting to me. I had to lay down for 8 straight hours because because of the dizziness and nausea the medicine produced. I got up occasionally but would have to lay right back down. My family (especially my parents) were great nurses. They gave me a bell to ring when for when i needed something, Elizabeth and my mom would bring my juice and food (yes i was able to eat cottage cheese and rice about 3 hours after getting home) but my favorite favor was Amanda writing the 2 emails that i needed to send out. hahaha she signed me on and i would tell her what to write. My family was great, so far im healing fine, but again the feelings of vomiting are still there and are actually the reason i am writing this blog at 4 am....yay for medicine!!

I wish i had Nolen here, but my dad is a great substitute when it comes to sympathy and giving comfort!! Its not my husband but its the next best thing to perfect.