I have to make this snappy because I just took a handful of pain meds and I only have a good 20 minutes to type this up before I fall back to sleep. And 10 of those minutes will be hitting the backspace button trying to correct mis-typed {?} words. At least the ones that are underlined in red.
If you thought I was verbally incontinent before, you should really watch out when I’m hopped up on meds because we all know I will never get a gold star in the grammar department. And yes, that is a cup of DECAF tea. 😉
Okay, so where should I start?
So yesterday the HH took me to the oral surgeon so I could get my crappy British teeth pulled and to get some cow {?} bone screwed into my jaw. No biggie right? Well as soon as they gave me a Valium {which I didn’t think I really needed} they had the HH pay for the surgery, get my medication scrips and went over a few after care directions with him while I sat down and read back issues of People Magazine in the lobby.
Next thing I know I’m in the dental chair staring up at the giant screen looking at images of my teeth and the whole time I kept thinking I was in the middle of a Bones Episode and waiting for Brennon to walk in with that cute intern from Boston {what is his name?}.
For some reason the nurses kept putting warm blankets on me and I couldn’t figure out why. I felt the iv go into my arm and then I was out cold for about 3 hours.
Fast forward to the end of the procedure and I’m now relaxing in the partitioned off recovery room high as a kite, sitting in a recliner with more warm blankets on me and my mouth is packed with gauze.
Then all the sudden I hear the Dr. yell for the nurses. Then I hear OXYGEN, HURRY, DEFIBRILLATOR.
Hmmm.
The tall nurse with the brown hair very calmly comes over to ask me if my husband has any known heart problems.
No
Has he been under a lot of stress?
Yes, this past week has been stressful at work.
When was the last time he ate something?
Yesterday? Why, did he just pass out or something?
Yes, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.
Okay.
Then she left to go check on the HH.
The next thing I remember I was standing in a storage closet looking for the HH when the receptionist found me and walked me back to my seat, covered me with more blankets and said not to worry, everything was going to be fine.
Then I told her about the time the HH nearly sawed off his leg and passed out cold in our driveway.
A few minutes later the HH was in a wheelchair being wheeled over to me by the doctor. The Doc said he passed out cold, stopped breathing for a moment then finally came around. No CPR, No Defibrillator. Apparently just low blood sugar.
So when the HH was wheeled on by {with a sheepish grin on his face} all I could muster was “You’re such a dork, why didn’t you eat breakfast?”
The HH laughed, the Dr. Scolded me {something about a Man’s ego and how I should be a little nicer} and then wheeled the HH off to his own recliner with warming blankets for a little siesta.
Eventually someone from the HH’s work came to pick us up and take us home.
Where we stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon eating tomato soup and haagen daz peach sorbet.
Good times.
~Mavis
FYI – Everyone in our family has low blood sugar, so passing out is nothing new with us. 😉
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