Shortman has to have his wisdom teeth yanked. Yes, apparently, he has the same issues that I do with the damn things. This is the x-ray that Mr. Hot mailed to my phone while they were in the consulting room. It was done with a panoramic x-ray machine. It travels completely around your head zapping x-rays through your skull. (Killing brain cells with no hangover! Sweet! But no wine-buzz. Damn.)
See the buggers there? The one on the lower left has pushed through already. He has decided to have the general anesthetic (Truly, he is my son. Pain-pussies is what we are.) He wants the surgeon to make sure that he saves the teeth - for a necklace? I don't know. I don't think I want to know. Nor do I want to see them. Because, y'know, I will probably pass out. I have been know to do just that (another post for another time!).
When the surgeon described what would need to be done (Thank Gawd Mr. Hot took him to the appointment), he specifically pointed out the tooth in the lower right corner. The one I've circled in the picture below. See it? See what the surgeon said? Must.be.sawed.in.half. Before they take the freakin' thing out.
I think I will probably work from home that day. His appointment is at 8:30 a.m. I'll make sure that his bed is nice and toasty warm for when Mr. Hot has to sneak him out the back door of the surgeon's office and bring him home. Then Mr. Hot can go get his prescription for painkillers filled (Hmmmm, I wonder if his pain-pussiness will be as oblivious to Vicodin as mine was? Note to self: Tell Mr. Hot to make sure it's Percoset on the prescription.) and I can be a good Mom and fluff pillows and tuck covers and stroke his precious forehead. I'll lay in a supply of DVDs that I know he'll enjoy.
I think it's a good plan and, caring, nurturing parents that we are, we'll pamper our little patient - all 6 foot 2 inches of him - so that he knows exactly how much we love him.
What day is this all happening?
Um. Yea, about that.
The Doctor said that it would probably take him a few days to feel up to moving around or going back to school. He suggested a Friday.
We, as parents, want to make sure that there is nothing distracting Shortman from being a diligent student. We don't want him to feel poorly during classes. We want to make sure he has every advantage to take all the time that he needs to heal.
So, we looked at the calendar. Hm.
Yep, we agree. It makes sense. That way, he has two whole extra days to feel better.
Wednesday, November 21. The day before Thanksgiving.
---- I wonder what a turkey milkshake tastes like? ----
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