So I was very nervous, just like I told you all and had a bit of anxiety going into this.
I had a visit with my mate the other day and told her the saga of my last wisdom teeth coming out and she asked if she could drive me home. I told her I'd keep her on my text list to get in contact with if I needed it.
Dru was going to come home and watch the kids while I went, which was great, so I didn't have to find a babysitter. I'm glad his work is flexible like that.
But my mate kept in contact with me and we were texting back and forth and she and her daughter offered her babysitting services so I could have Dru with me. At first I denied cause I felt bad, but truth be told it was the best thing anyone could've offered me.
I'm in debt to these two.
Dru coming with me was everything. I'm like a little weird I guess, I dunno, but when I'm in a high stress situation like that, eg childbirth, Dru has a calming affect on me that no one else has or can have, it's just the way I'm made up. So having him there was a huge relief to me.
I'll just make 1.2 million cookies for these ladies and it'll be all good.
Her daughter came over and then Dru came home and we left.
Quinn's such a nice man and that helped a little. There's not much room in the work station and so Dru sat in the corner and started reading a car magazine hahahaha That's what he does at the OBGYN's office as well.
They numbed up my teeth with this ointment and then went in there with the needles.
I watched a food network show and listened to some music in my ears while it was all going on. I warned Quinn that I've shoved a dentists hand out of my mouth, one time, when he was putting a needle in my mouth, so he needs to watch out. He thought I was joking, then looked at Dru and realized I wasn't, so was on guard. I think that was in NZ with my wisdom tooth!!
He then tested to see if I could feel anything, which I could feel a little, then numbed them up more and started.
The first one was super quick, I couldn't even believe it. He had the tools in there and popped that sucka right out in about a minute. You would've thought I would've been elated, which I was, but it didn't take away all of my anxiety for some reason.
So in between teeth I started crying.
I know man I know, crazy right? I'm not sure what was going on, but I had this wave of emotion come over me and I couldn't help it. I dunno how else to explain it I guess, but I just started crying. Dru came over and awkwardly held my hand in between the machines, for the 2nd tooth while I tried to 'get it together'.
I held on tight and didn't let go. Later on I asked him how painful that was standing in some weird position to hold my hand for 10 mins. He said it wasn't a big deal and knew it was helping me so would stand for as long as it took. He said seeing me cry was sad and so just wanted to help. Said like any awesome husband.
Then Quinn took out the second tooth almost as easily as the first and it was over.
It went WAY better than I had ever imagined and was so good considering but I was a mess man, like emotionally. I think my brain wasn't all there, cause even though I'd only had a minimal amount of drugs in me I did a few things which were crazy.
#1 I hugged Quinn. Now if you know me, you know this isn't weird, but I think I might've held onto him a little long in the hug. I'm not sure, Dru didn't see it as a big deal, but I think it might've been a little awkward, I dunno. I then hugged Dru for a while to calm myself down after all was said and done. I just wanted to say thanks to Quinn for being so awesome but I went super quiet during the event and couldn't really say much. I dunno why. Honestly man it was a crazy experience, I wasn't myself.
So I couldn't look at him and tell him how grateful I was, or so I thought, and so just hugged him and hoped he'd 'get it'
We're making sushi with him and his sister in law in Sunday so I guess I'll find out then if it was awkward. I'm sure he's got a few stories of crazy things that have happened to him over the last couple of years.
Here's my teeth.
Gross right?
Here's a horrible angle of the holes in the back of my mouth and that lovely silver filling right there hahahaha
Thank goodness I had nothing up my nose. I considered cropping this picture, but here on kiwi and an eagle, we like to keep it real people.
#2 I said something inappropriate to Dru's mate who was over fixing my computer. In my head I meant to say something but when it came out it came out different and I felt bad. I didn't feel bad about it though until later on that night and then started texting him asking for forgiveness. Well to him AND to his wife. Awkward.
#3 I drove myself to get some Tylenol drugs, which looking back probably wasn't a good idea. I got a text from a mate who was saying he was driving RIGHT beside me for a full minute and couldn't get my attention and what was going on. I told him I had just got my wisdom teeth out and he forgave me but was wondering why I was driving, to which I had no answer.
#4 When I got home I took a Tylenol, OR SO I THOUGHT. Then when we were in bed and I was due for some more I went out to find it and couldn't see it anywhere. I said to Dru "It was right here on the kitchen bench but all I can find is this cough mucus medicine. I've got no idea where my Tylenol went"
Dru goes out to the kitchen, looks in my purse and finds the Tylenol still there, NOT EVEN OPENED.
The pill I took was a mucus cough pill hahahahahaha
Listen man I could've SWORN to you that I took that Tylenol and that it wasn't that cough pill. I have a memory, which apparently doesn't exisit, of me taking the Tylenol and seeing that other medication sitting there and me thinking 'Man these bottles look the same'
CRAZY RIGHT? I would've put all my money down in me taking that Tylenol and all evidence points to I TOTALLY DIDN'T. I can't even believe that.
How could I be that mental and only have Novocaine and light drugs in me? The anxiety? I've never been affected by drugs before, I didn't think. But looking back actually I did have a weird experience in my body with the last wisdom teeth. Maybe I'm mental on Novocaine? Who knows. Maybe I have a deep fear of having my teeth worked on that makes my body and brain go into shock mode? Who knows.
When I got home my mate, Mari was there to pick her daughter up and give me a hug and some food. I mean how awesome is this girl? Thanks Mari, you're the best. You'll never know man, but your help yesterday was everything to me.
Then my other mate Nat came over with some dinner, while I was out on the road ignoring people, which we ate that night. Soup and bread man. So yummy. Love you Nat.
Then my other mate Sarah dropped off some KFC mashed potatoes and a milkshake. I mean those mashed potatoes were perfect and so yummy. I forget about KFC and how much I like it there.
I have much to be grateful for right? Awesome friends, good hubby, great dentist, caring family who prayed for me, send me messages and texted/emailed me to see how it all went. I was very overwhelmed and am very grateful.
I woke up this morning to the taste of blood in my mouth, but Dru looked and said it all looks great and he couldn't see any blood. I think I'm going to be fine if I keep taking ibprophen for the swelling right?
I'm glad it's over. My hearts racing writing this post. I must have some serious problem like mentally with the dentist wisdom teeth thing. Anyway they're all out and gone and if I look after these teeth I have I'll never have to get another tooth pulled or worked on again right? Hahahaahhaha