Last month my colleague Tamara had her wisdom teeth out. Reading between the lines
I can tell Tamara was a good patient. Cheerful and considerate of others –like the assistant
with the exceptionally long eyelashes.
Well today my youngest son had his wisdom teeth out – something he has been avoiding for several years.
Here is how it went:
Midnight – the day before surgery.
Son: “ Can I really not eat anything else? I am starving – my surgery is not until noon tomorrow!
I will never make it!”
Me: “ Of course you will – go to bed now and sleep as long as you can.”
12: 15 a.m.
Son: “ I really don’t want to do this – I am sure my teeth are fine.”
Me: “Everyone gets their wisdom teeth out – just deal with it! You will be fine.”
Son: “It’s a scam – the dentists just want to make money.”
Me: Not out loud. “Is he right? Could be!” “It’s too late to cancel!”
Me: Tip toe around house, unload dishwasher as quietly as possible and
make breakfast for me only – very quietly.
Son: ” I can’t sleep anymore. I really don’t want to do this.”"
Me: “You will be fine.” (In my head – I sure hope so!)
High Noon: At the Oral Surgeon’s.
Some chatting with assistants and then the surgeon who looks very experienced –
code for even older than me. Is this a good thing?
Son: “How long until I fall asleep?”
Anesthetist: “20 seconds or so. Think of somewhere you would like to be right now.”
Son: eyes rolling backwards – out!
Me: “Boy I could use a coffee!”
45 min later:
Son:” It doesn’t hurt. I feel fine. I could write a math exam – I am sure I am ok to drive the car.”
Me: (In my head) Hmmm – How long will this last? What’s in that medication?
Not really my son – but a reasonable facsimile.