For many years, my dentist said that I did not need to get my wisdom teeth out. So, I thought maybe, just maybe, I was a lucky one. Back in May, I found out the only lucky thing for me was that I only had three wisdom teeth, BUT all three needed to be removed...pretty much asap as they warned (I think to scare me) that I may loose other teeth if I didn't.
After two oral surgeon consultations, I was set for surgery. I think this was the most nervous/anxious I've ever been about anything. In part, this was due to the fact that I had previously thrown up once waking from ear surgery, and I have a tendency to pass out when it comes to needles (I was going under for the extraction).
The surgery went well (from what I remember, hehe), and I didn't throw up. I was just really cold. E says that when he came over to meet me in recovery, I was wide-eyed and zoned out.
While I did a lot of sleeping and little eating (I kept throwing up once I got home), I had a rockstar team supporting me. My family came in to help with Mr. T and, boy, was this such a blessing to him and to us. He got lots of time at the park, a trip to the Exploritorium, music at the library, and probably too much attention. But hey, that's what family's for! No, seriously, we could not have done it without them. They were such a blessing to E and I who got more time to spend with one another watching lots and lots of Friday Night Lights. And I loved when everyone (minus T) came in and sat on the bed and played a mystery game.
And E was the best caretaker. He constantly checked in on me or vegged with me. It was the best experience that I could have hoped for. I'm so grateful for such a caring husband.
And a couple pics we can all laugh at (please ignore my beautiful hair):
