Seth had his wisdom teeth extracted this morning. I asked Steve to meet me at the doctor's office, in case I needed help walking him out because Seth is a pretty big boy. Walking into that office is like going back in time 30 years; I went there for my braces, and I am pretty sure the furniture is the same. Anyway, I had the pleasure of paying $690 and the assistant and I walked Seth out to the car while Steve and the doctor talked basketball. (The doctor is a wonderful man, but I brought Steve to help, not talk.)
Poor Seth is zonked. I had to get him up a little while ago and take that nasty, bloody gauze out of his mouth. He still can't feel anything, so I had to convince him that he really could swallow two pills. I am not overly squeamish but bloody gauze just grosses me out! He dripped blood on the floor and all over the sink...ugh! It was quite a production and I am not looking forward to the next gauze change!! I was tripping over all the clothes on the floor so I had to take the time to pick all that up and straighten his room. Have I mentioned that I am not a good nurse?
Seth looks like he might sleep until tomorrow.
They assured me at the oral surgeon's office that the third day is the worst. Gee, something to look forward to!
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