Today I get to go to an oral surgeon to consult about this wisdom tooth of mine that needs to come out. It appears that the roots of this tooth wind up around my brain and back. So I can’t just have it pulled, I have to have it surgically removed. After today’s consult, I will go back tomorrow morning and have the actual ‘procedure’ performed.
I’m a little ticked off that if I opt for being put out during this party it will cost almost double than if I just had them numb me up. Have I ever told you my whole philosophy on pain? I’m totally against it. I insisted on getting my epidurals BEFORE the first contraction, thankyouverymuch. I don’t do pain, and I am proud of it. There are those who may look down on me because of this, I know. And quite frankly I couldn’t care less. I have yet to figure out how going through a drug free labor (or wisdom tooth extraction) makes you more of a woman than those of us who choose to kneel down in worship at the feet of our anesthesiologist .
For me the choice of pain or no pain is simply a no brainer. There are other ways in which I can prove how tough and brave I am. Like changing DOUBLE ostomy bags without gagging even once. Or not even batting an eye when my kid yanks out his trach and then throws it across the room…..in the dark……at 2:00 a.m.
So, I’m off to brush my teeth and floss. May your next couple of days be MUCH more fun than mine.