Sunday, July 31, 2011


My first Sunday morning of waking with no homework due, no deadlines to meet, and I am up and at-em still at 7 a.m. So, now what? I could go to the gym, but what fun would that be? I could go to the pool, but I'd fry before I made the trot. So, I decide I'm going to make breakfast, do some shop therapy, and then visit one or both of the previously mentioned hang-outs, time permitting. Then, I remember I'm getting my wisdom teeth out in 48 hours. It's been planned all summer, but I've been pre-occupied, and well, haven't paid much attention to the fact I'll be "put under" for the first time since my hand surgery. Holy moly. Why hadn't this occurred to be earlier?

When I was 6, I remember being prepped for what I thought was a pizza party. Really, Bri? At 4 a.m., in TSRHC, you think it's a pizza party? OH, I're giving me a pizza flavored mask that in no way, shape, or form, tastes like pizza, to put me to sleep for the next 6 hours. That's what I get for being 6 and naive. So as I am being wheeled into this huge, white, freezing cold room, I am hooked up to all kinds of machines and sniffing rubber pizza and watching the doctors fizzle away into failrytale land. All I remember is the nurse asking me if I could still see her...and then, I was a goner! Needless to say, my Sister was in the same operating room...with a longer hand surgery under way at the same time. I'm sure my parents were just a bundle of joy that day!

Recovery was gross, painful, and long. I will spare you of the wonderful details that followed as they weird me out, myself. But, the week long stay in TSRHC was a ton of fun...along with the fact Sam and Pa brought me food everyday because I refused hospital grub. If you haven't figured it out by now, I was pretty rotten to say the least.

Now, 20 years later, I am flashing back to these memories and beginning to feel like this will be nothing compared to hand surgery, but enough to make me anxious. Yes, I know, it's teeth. They aren't breaking any of my fingers, taking ligaments from other parts of my body, or re-configuring any bones, BUT somewhere, there is someone who wishes they had the chance to under-go an orthopedic procedure to better their lives and I am happy to say I lived through all of them and well, it's pretty awesome!

So, now I will suck it up, ignore the fact I will be in la-la land in less than 48 hours, and embrace the opporunity I have been given to share these oh-so-weird stories!

P.S.- I forgot to much do teeth go for these days? I need to write the "tooth-Mother" a note in advance and leave it in the basement, so she doesn't try to come in my room. (Yes, that's another hang-up. I'm terrified of the tooth-Mother...seriously!)

Love to All,


1 comment:

  1. I hope your recovery went well.

    A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew.---
    Herb Caen