On Friday I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed (well, most of all four...apparently there is still a piece of one hiding out very close to my facial nerves. Joy, joy!) Despite what I expected, the process has not been so horrible. Josh took me and Jack to meet my parents in Commerce Thursday night since my surgery was scheduled in Athens. Then, Friday morning my mom and I headed to the oral surgeon. She took Jack to the park and entertained him while I disappeared from the earth for about an hour.
Maybe some of you have been under general anesthesia before, but this was my first time. It's so weird to have lost an hour of your life and be totally unaware of what took place during that time. But, there were plenty of reminders about what had taken place...the swelling, discomfort, yucky guaze, unrecognizable and feelingless lips. My mom took us home, where I retreated to bed for some rest. Josh checked on me during his short lunch break on Friday. Mom headed home after he returned from work for good. I spent most of my time resting in bed, getting fresh ice packs, eating jell-o, pudding and avoiding straws. Jack kept wanting to get in bed with me. He did a couple of times, but was usually quickly carted off by my caregivers. Between the pain medicine and the anti-nausea meds, I spent most of Friday & Saturday asleep. In fact, Josh got a picture to prove it.
I managed to get a shower on Saturday, but soon after was back in the bed. Later that afternoon we joined some friends at the MOPS Hail & Farewell cookout, which celebrates the work and commitment of the outgoing Steering Team members and welcomes the new ST members. It was certainly good to see everyone, but all the talking, smiling and socializing certainly wore me out. I was glad to get home and get in bed.
Sunday was a similar story. Josh had to be at church early for a skit rehearsal, but I managed to get Jack ready and us both to church by 9. In fact, getting him dressed was the first diaper I had changed since Thursday night. After Sunday School, I was starting to feel the effects of being off my pain medicine. We left church a bit early so I could get home and get some relief.
I'm really grateful for the wonderful help I've had in my recovery. I certainly wouldn't have been able to bounce back this quickly without excellent help. Big thanks to my mom who did our chaufeuring and kept Jack occupied most of Friday. Enormous thanks to Josh who made sure I was worry free all weekend. You are the best!