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It took four months, but those damned teeth are finally out of my head. I'm fine, thanks. My cheeks are swollen and my jaw is stiff, but I'm in way less pain than before the operation. There's not even any bruising, so I should be in fine snuff for the wedding. The procedure was fine, although once again I was not given the opportunity to 'count down'. EVERYONE gets to count down when they get a general anesthetic except me. People all chat about getting only as far as 97 or making it to -39 or whatever. Nope. Not me. This was because they gave me gas this time around. And I tell you, there was a little panic when I found out about that. My last time going under, they inserted the IV and then pumped the drugs in there. So I made a comment this time about, "Boy I wish you could knock me out before you have to stick the needle in." "That's what we do!" they said. Then the anesthesiologist showed me the mask, instructing me to take as deep a breath as possible, then to hold it as long as I can before letting it out and doing it again. You folks know I'm claustrophobic, and the moment that mask sealed over my nose and mouth I had to get a good hold on my panic. First off, that wasn't air in there. My first thought was that I would suffocate! Deep breath. Hold it. Let it out. Okay, this is fine. Deep breath. Hold it. Let it out. Whoa. Everything is going funny. Deep breath... And nothing. My first conscious memory was coughing. Deep booming coughs. Nothing else. Gradual thoughts, control of body slowly returning. I forced my eyes open, tried to move. Apparently I instructed my nurse to go tell Lisa I was awake. After 45 minutes of waking up (part of which was devoted to a serious fit of the giggles) we were on our way. That simple. I've been living on chicken soup and Jell-o for the last few days, and have gradually moved up to tuna. I will avoid crunchy stuff for at least a week, although movie popcorn will be a hard one to resist (we're planning on seeing Sin City this weekend). In any case, hopefully this will be the last teeth story you'll have to hear for a while. Until the next crisis, anyway. |
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