Ebil dentists

So the past few days have been different from the norm. My husband had to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled on Monday. This gave him a few days off to recuperate, which he thought was going to be all fun and games. I tried to tell him, oral surgery is still surgery and it's no picnic, but he wasn't hearing it. So Monday came, and first thing in the morning we headed to the oral surgeon's office.

Now my husband is a pretty sturdy guy, and he very rarely gets sick. In our nearly ten years together, I've seen him sick enough to go to the doctor exactly once. So I sit in the waiting room reading. There are lots of other people there, as each patient has to bring someone who can drive them home. I watch as patients go in, and not long after, a dental assistant calls for their driver to pull the car around back. I notice that people who went in after my husband did were going home before they called me. I started to get nervous. Finally, it's my turn. But, they don't tell me to pull the car around back. They have me come into where my husband is recovering. One look at him and my knees turned to water.

His eyes were mostly closed. His head was wobbling around on his neck like one of those bobble-head toys. His face was stuffed with bloody gauze and blood was dripping down his chin, splatting on his shirt. Blood dripped from his nose, and there were droplets of it on the floor all around the chair he was reclined in. I swear he looked like a train wreck, not a dental patient. I used to work in an emergency room years ago and I've seen some blood and gore that would put most people on the floor, or at the very least, lose their lunch. But none of those patients were my husband. My stomach sank, my nerves were bouncing and my legs didn't want to hold me. However badly I wanted to collapse on the floor in a puddle, I had to stay upright and be strong. He was so out of it, I had to keep my wits. It wouldn't have gone well if both of us were incoherent.

The dentist came in and tried to reassure me. He said my husband's case was pretty tough. His bottom wisdom teeth had been laying sideways under the jaw line and it was really hard to get them out. The upper ones were impacted and one of them left a hole in his sinus cavity, hence the noseblood. Since my husband never takes any kind of medications, not even Tylenol, the Versed they gave him really knocked him for a loop. They guided him out to the car after I pulled around back (they do this so they don't scare the bejesus out of patients in the waiting room), poured him into the passenger seat and I took him home. I had several near-crashes because I was so anxiously watching him, more often than the road. I finally got him home and helped him into the recliner where he immediately passed out. Then came the waiting game. I knew from experience that with Versed, even after it wore off, he'd be tired and groggy half the day. I waited a bit to make sure he didn't been help to the bathroom or anything, then went to get his prescriptions filled. My poor baby slept until late-afternoon before finally waking up and being able to hold a conversation.

It's wierd, I've dealt with stitches and broken bones with my children, but nothing has ever made me go weak in the knees like seeing my husband laid low by the dentist. I tell ya, I'll be happy if I never have to go through that again. But my husband is in the Army. I'm betting it's inevitable that I will be going through that again.