Today I had to have a molar extracted. This process went FAR BETTER than I expected, and I give thanks that I live in this era and that the time is now and not even the time of my childhood. The worst part of it was the shot. The best part was that Dr. Otto Tidwell sings to his patients while doing procedures. It is a most soothing and consolatory gesture.
“You’re doing very fine,” he sang. “Hold very still, we are getting done.” Anything he said to me was a quiet, musically framed intonation. (He did stop and speak a few disquieting things in a normal tone to his nurse, but I tried not to listen because he wasn’t talking to me.) Yesterday in my regular dentist’s office, Dr. Steward had told me about this peculiarity, and that it was an excellent diversion, but there was a whole lot more about the man than his singing prowess that inspired confidence. I was particularly comforted by the fact that He has pulled over 160,000 teeth in his career. Yes. That!
Well, between a the roots coming out in three different pieces, an abscess that needed cleaning out, and some stitches, I suspect that the easy part really is over now, and that the rest of this might not be much fun. Eldest Daughter, Christina, (who was my kind and encouraging chauffeur) had Dr. Tidwell just a little over a week ago, (also for an extraction) and she was numb for 12 hours. I’m less than two hours post and it is ANYTHING but numb. But ice and pain medication and Middle Daughter, Deborah, as a willing and capable helper — well, let’s just say that’s a pretty stellar health care package, and I’m looking forward to a quiet night. (I can at least hope for such!)
Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers on my behalf. Having a tooth pulled feels like such a violation, and with this being the last molar I have on the upper right, it feels like a rather severe statement of my age. Tonight I am feeling every one of my 61 years, six months and 15 days. I’m sorely tempted to huddle in my chair with my blanket and brood until I get to where I can just sleep these hours away. But then I might miss something. And these are exciting days at Shady Acres.
And even though it suddenly looks like it will be anything but quiet around here tonight (Deborah just got asked to work tonight because the on duty Hospice nurse just had a car accident) I think it is time to redirect my heart and choose offer some grateful praise.
. . . And guess what else!?!?! I got off my chair to help with supper, and suddenly felt absolutely wonderful. So there has been no sitting on my chair tonight. This has to be the easiest tooth extraction I have ever had! I just cut our best cutting of asparagus out of the garden, and now want to package up some chicken for the freezer that we got in bulk. Certain Man went to visit his friend, Gary Burlingame. He has the day off tomorrow, and this gal is eagerly looking forward to a trip to the greenhouse, looking for tomatoes and other vegetables for the garden. I just might get some hanging baskets of flowers for our pavilion.
What a wonderful day this has turned out to be!