i thought i was dead part 2

yesterday i went to the periodontist to have tooth #19 extracted. in my consultation a few weeks ago, they took lots of xrays which showed my jaw bone very infected and a fracture in my tooth. when this happens, the solution is to take the tooth out and replace it with an implant.

my procedure was to be as follows: put me to sleep. cut the tooth in half. take out one half. take out half of the other half and then finally extract the tiny part of the fractured tooth deep in the root. fill the hole with a bone graft. revisit the site in 3-4 months to put in an implant.

nathan woke up bright and early to take me to my appointment. because they were putting me out during my procedure, i couldn't drive myself home. i went in and they gave me my IV of "the good stuff" and the last thing i remember is the dentist saying "ok, we're going to take good care of you." everything after that for the next hour or so is fuzzy to me, so i had nathan tell me when i was lucid.

when i was waking up, they brought nathan in to go over some things i needed to do in the next few days like diet instructions, meds, etc. apparently, they asked me if i wanted to get in the wheelchair and i shook my head no (don't remember that). they let me lay there for a little bit and nathan took a seat. then i guess i tried to sit up but got really red and looked like i was about to puke. a lady put my heart rate finger monitor back on and a cooling pad on my face while the other held a barf pan for me. i didn't puke.

eventually, i was ready to go and they wheeled me out and gave me chocolate&mint frozen yogurt. my white shirt is evidence that i was not very capable of feeding myself all day. i spilled my frozen yogurt, regular yogurt, and water on myself. N dropped off my prescriptions and got me a watermelon slush at Sonic. he said when i took a bite of the slush i said "this is yummmyy", as if i was 5 years old.

by the time we got to my apartment, i was lucid enough that i could walk up the 3 flights of stairs and then i sat with nathan for a few minutes. that's when he told me the worst news ever: I COULD ONLY EAT COLD FOODS ALL DAY. mind you, i was already starving because i had to fast before the surgery and my options were: slush, yogurt, frozen yogurt, ice cream, or jello. any regular day and i would've been happy eating most or all of those but i wanted REAL food.

to make a long story short (is it too late for that, now?) i slept until mid afternoon and then my glitter girls came over to do crafts and by 6 p.m. i was IN NEED of my pain meds.(i changed out of my white shirt but then later spilled toothpaste and slush on the new one) taylor drove me to get my meds and then most of the night i spent in a warm fuzzy numb state. thank you, lortab. around 9 p.m. i was DYING STARVING & nathan wasn't home from work yet. i asked my roommate if i could have a breadstick of hers and she said yes. it was the most delicious thing ever....until i puked it up 15 minutes later.

the dentist said the tooth came out pretty easily and so there wouldn't be much bruising. i am a little swollen today but it's not worth complaining about.

today i can reintroduce warm foods into my diet as long as they're soft. a burger and fries qualifies, right?

our weekend

friday night Nathan and I went to see Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close at the dollar. we laughed & cried a lot. at one point the theater was one giant sobbing mess. you could literally hear people stifling their sobs. i just kept squeezing nathan's hand tighter when i thought i was going to lose it. the girl sitting next to use kept wiping tears from her face but n and i just let our tears flows. my shirt was wet by the end.
one of the best movies i've seen in months. you need to see it.

saturday i had my normal nervous breakdown about all the stuff i need to get done in the next few months. we had family dinner & celebrated birthdays. obama was brought up in conversation 30 minutes into dinner instead of 10 minutes in. a feat, in my book. we went to the mall and then watched modern family. and then i went to bed at 10 and slept for 12 blessed hours.

sunday was stake conference.....................
where the speakers were announced by marital status:
"lindsay whatever will be speaking to us...she will be leaving on a mission soon"
"benjamin whatever will be speaking and he will be married soon"

the engaged speaker made his 5 minute talk an ode to his fiancee. he also pointed her out in the audience (i'm surprised he didn't make her stand up and wave), got emotional when he talked about her amazing characteristics, &  he talked about how wonderful it is being engaged to someone you're in love with.
      hm.

poll: at what age will i become a diabetic?

Today at work

Almost every other day at work

diabetic by age 35 is my guess.