So maybe it was just getting one of my wisdom teeth removed, but it’s still considered minor surgery, right? Aka, I’m super dramatic.
Anyway, I’d been having some pain, and I finally decided to go to the dentist on Friday afternoon. I hate going to the dentist, but they were really nice, and had an Ensign and Book of Mormon in the waiting room, so I instantly felt at ease.
When the dentist asked me if I’d had my wisdom teeth out, I said I had. Then he said, “Well, they forgot one. Do you want me to take it out right now?”
Instant panic. I only know how to deal with stressful situations like these after worrying about them for days and thinking of every worst possible outcome. But I put my brave face on and said okay. Add one numb face and subtract one wisdom tooth, and I was good to go. As I was leaving, they handed me a list of what to do and what not to do after oral surgery, which included no carbonated drinks. I’ve been a monster ever since.
Luckily, my husband is the sweetest/cutest. Even though I was zero fun this weekend, Tyson took great care of me. Note to self: If you must feel under the weather, then be sure to do it with Tyson around.
Side Note: I haven’t had any Diet Coke since Friday, and I’m thinking of making it a permanent change. Prayers for Tyson please.