.thankful for modern anesthesia.

Our family has been reading The Moffat Museum together in the evenings. Tonight we had Wesley (who protested, “I’m not very good at reading out loud!”) read the first two pages to us. He read the first couple of sentences so fast that Avery hollered out, “Slower!” Then she leaned over to me and whispered, “I can see why he says he’s not a very good reader.”

So serious. And she wondered why I laughed.

In other news…. Avery and I took Roger back to the oral surgeon today to get his 4 broken teeth removed. Apparently, they were stuck pretty tight. He opted not to be knocked out, but just to be numbed. He didn’t want to feel the pain, but he wanted to be aware of what was going on. Afterwards, in the car, he started telling me about what happened in surgery. Then he stopped himself and said, “Never mind. You might have to have some teeth pulled some day. I won’t tell you all the details.”

Trust me. If I ever have to have teeth pulled, I won’t be awake to hear or see anything! Tell me all the horror stories you want…  (If I start to gag, that’s your cue to shut up.) I can’t imagine listening to my own teeth cracking or popping….. or having the dentist drill a hole into my tooth so he can get a better grip on it while he’s pulling it out.

It’s a relief to him to have the teeth out. He feels like he can finally start the healing process now. He went last week to have molds made for his flapper. (Okay, so they really call it a flipper, but it cracks us up that he got the word mixed up and told my brother he was getting fitted for a flapper.) And what’s a flipper? From what they’ve told us, I picture it as something like a retainer – with teeth attached to it. When the swelling in his gums goes down, and the stitches fall out, he should be able to put that in and chew like your average guy again.

When he opens his mouth to show you the gaps…. he kind of looks like a horse. We could fit a bit right in there. But we won’t.

As of right now, he really hasn’t had much swelling. I don’t know if that’s something that happens later, or if it’s always immediate. They did say that 3-5 days after the surgery, the healing process will really kick in and he’ll feel some pretty intense throbbing. We’re not looking forward to that.

Oh, one thing that he doesn’t have to worry about (unlike when wisdom teeth are removed) is getting dry socket. That’s because they filled his sockets. With cadaver bone. Does that gross you out as much as it did me when he first said those words? The surgeon said that it’s the best way to create the bone mass that they need to put the implants into. So Roger said “Go for it.”

We had lunch with our friend Amber who lives near London, and spent some time with her at her house, then stopped for a few things in Hazard on the way home. (Where I made a mental note to always reserve at least 15 minutes for the check-out line in Wal-Mart. !!!!! ) We ended up getting home about 10 minutes after our kids got off the bus.  -Thanks to Justin for picking them up for us!-

It was sweet to see Malin run to greet us. She gave her daddy a big hug and asked him how it went, and if it hurt a whole lot. Then at supper, when she was asked to pray, she thanked God that it didn’t hurt any more than it did for her daddy to get his teeth taken out.

And now my microwave has beeped, letting me know that my little pillow full of cherry pits is ready for me to carry it to bed where it will do the most amazing (and fragrant) job of keeping my toesies warm. Good night!


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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