Pulling Teeth
Michelle on Feb 28 2007 at 4:45 am | Filed under: The Personal
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Sky got all four of his wisdom teeth pulled this morning while under sedation. The surgery went well, and he was out in under 40 minutes, just in time for me to take him to my parent’s house and get to work by nine-thirty.
The scene at my parent’s house was funny. Sky was goofy from all of the anethesia, and when we walked in the door, a big glop of blood and saliva fell out of his numbed-up mouth and landed on Mom’s pristine white tile floor. One look at her face, and I knew she wasn’t up for it. I called my boss to tell her I wouldn’t be coming in at all today, and took him home.
I know I just said that was funny, and that is kind of twisted, I suppose. The thing is, Sky was telling me the entire time we were driving to my mom’s that he didn’t want to “impose”. My mom is compulsively clean, and I mean that literally. She will empty a trash basket if there is one piece of trash in it. The sight of my dazed son dripping blood on the floor was simply too much. He couldn’t sit down, because she couldn’t think of a piece of furniture that wouldn’t be ruined if he bled on it.
My furniture doesn’t care as much. It is slip-covered. A little blood is nothing here. I have woken up in the middle of the night to nosebleeds that have made the kids’ room look like a crime scene.
Sage wondered why Sky didn’t save the teeth for the tooth fairy. I told Sky that he should have remembered, because he could have gotten an entire four dollars for them. Not. The tooth fairy is going broke after forking out all of the money for the extractions plus the extra money so that Sky could be legally stoned for an hour. I should have just bought a good pair of pliers and some whiskey. I mean, really, isn’t that what people did in the good old days?
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Oh, I hope Sky feels “sober” soon.
As for your mom… oh boy. I think you made the right decision. You did good, mom!
ZOMG Michelle, you’re the tooth fairy?!
“I should have just bought a good pair of pliers and some whiskey. I mean, really, isn’t that what people did in the good old days?”
No, you tie it to a doorknob and then slam the door.
I would have done the same as you. My kids only want me around when they are under the weather anyway. My mom talks too much; she’s a lovely person, but overwhelming when one doesn’t feel good.
My suggestion is to give Sky the pliers and you keep the whiskey. It’s a win-win solution.
Glad to know that I’m not the only one with a mother like that!! JP