No blog post about anything much from me tonight: it’s a bit of wackamole time at my house. This morning I took the daughter (16) to the oral surgeon, and after paying over $1972.00, she had all four wisdom teeth extracted. While this was going on, I picked up the prescription the surgeon’s office had faxed to the pharmacy, along with some berries for smoothies. (More on that later…)
Back to the surgeon’s, got the somewhat groggy daughter, took her home.
By the afternoon she was throwing up copious amounts of blood, and whatever thoughts of smoothies were in the back of my …no, our …mind(s) …was puked up. Repeatedly.
Water? Barf. Consomme? Barf. Water? Barf again.
Smoothies? Ahahaha!, barf again. And again.
I don’t know from “wisdom” teeth. Never had any extracted – have none in my lower jaw to begin with, and the ones in my upper jaw never erupted. I did have two extractions, once, when I was nearly 30 – for braces. They were premolars. No big deal – except for my primal Angst about e-x-t-r-a-c-t-i-o-n.
Maybe it would be a good idea if all resource extractors (who take things from the Earth) had to visit the dentist/ oral surgeon first. Just saying. Makes me wonder about having my appendix “extracted” when I was just 18 months old – what lurks in those body memories? Barf-o-rama? Or not? Gut feelings?
Intact. To be intact – such a dream. Wake up to reality, wake up to pain.