The tooth is gone

I'm going to try to do this with as few typos as possible, but I'm still a bit woozy, so you'll need to forgive me if I stumble.  I was hurting the worst I had yet, when we went to the surgeon this moring.  The lady informed me that we needed to do general anesthesia, or it was gonna hurt pretty bad (not her words, but my interpretation) due to all of the infection.  I guess it's hard to numb it completely when it's infected.  Kevin and I looked at each other like, "oh great, we can't afford it, but there's no backing out now!" and he wrote the check.  Damn.

They took me back and hooked me up to an IV.  The Dr. said, "have a nice nap, and we'll be done in no time." then walked out.  I laid there and laid there, not even feeling weird.  I wondered how long it'd take to fall asleep.  The nurse asked if I hurt and I said, "yeah, real bad" and she said, "we'll get you something for the pain, then get you unhooked and you can go home."  Huh?  Aren't they gonna pull it?  Any other time I've been put under, I've felt myself coming groggily out of it.  This time, I was just 'awake'.  And crying.

Yeah, crying.  He gave me morphine, and the only pain was about like it had been before getting it fixed, so I wasn't crying about the pain.  I was tired, but was tired before I got there.  I didn't know why I was crying, but I couldn't stop.  That was humiliating, although it was just tears, no soap-opera sobbing or anything.  I was so embarrassed that it made me cry more!  When we got in the truck and left, Kevin asked me a few questions, but I could only answer with nodding or shaking my head.  Finally, I told him that I couldn't quit crying, but I didn't hurt or feel sad.  He said, "go ahead and cry!"  I told him I felt stupid for not having a reason to cry, he said, "maybe it's the huge check we just wrote?!"  That made me laugh, and the crying subsided.  Thanks, honey.

Now that I think of it, I cried the last time I had morphine, too.  After my last surgery, 5 years ago or so, I cried a lot and didn't know why.  I guess that's what morphine does for me.  I don't need help crying.  Seriously, show me a chick flick or a Hallmark commercial...I'll cry on my own, thankyouverymuch! 

Anyway, the tooth is gone, I can't smoke or have soda or eat anything that's not cool and soft.  I slept for 3 hours and am now sipping water and I had a bit of ice cream.  I didn't want ice cream, but Kevin's worried about the fact that I haven't eaten since last night, and have had the IV meds, including morphine, 2 hydrocodone, 3 antibiotics, etc etc.  I ate so I could tell him I did.  Maybe food will sound better later.  If not, I'm not sick, so I won't worry about it.  I have an iron stomach.

I'm gonna go make some tea, so I won't miss Diet Coke so much.  I'll probably sneak one tomorrow, although I'm not supposed to until Friday.  I'm not much on following Dr's orders after I start feeling better, but I don't go crazy, either.  I won't go party or run a marathon (ROFLMBO!  Me!  In a marathon!  Yeah right!) but I'll probably sneak a diet coke.  It's a physical NEED, I tell you.