The Last Night That She Lived

The last night that she lived,

It was a common night,

Except the dying; this to us

Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things, --

Things overlooked before,

By this great light upon our minds

Italicized, as 't were.

That others could exist

While she must finish quite,

A jealousy for her arose

So nearly infinite.

We waited while she passed;

It was a narrow time,

Too jostled were our souls to speak,

At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot;

Then lightly as a reed

Bent to the water, shivered scarce,

Consented, and was dead.

And we, we placed the hair,

And drew the head erect;

And then an awful leisure was,

Our faith to regulate.

Emily Dickinson,
(1830 – 1886

Wisdom Teeth Part II

Poor Seth is so swollen! He probably wishes I had run over his head with the car, instead of having his teeth cut out! This is terrible, mostly because there doesn't seem to be much I can do to make him feel better.


Luckily, Buddy is being a very good companion!


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Wisdom Teeth!

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!