I admit it. Tonight, something awful happened. I'm in shock, I'm terrified, and in all truth, I'm feeling sick to my stomach.
Now, what on earth would provoke a reaction like this??? What is it that would upset me so???
I mean, really, I'm a mother. I've seen things that no human alive should have to see. I've administered the Heimlich maneuver on one particular child several times. I've been to the ER several times with this same child for many stitches. I've held instruments while a Dr. felt around in a puncture wound and stitched up said wound.
I've put in and taken out an NG tube in a premie. Held said premie down while eye retractors were used for an eye exam. I've watched an ENT use a scope to examine this same child's vocal chords.
I was a secondary caregiver for a friend's child who had a trach and had to learn trach care. Suctioning, emergency procedures, etc.
I've emptied drainage tubes from a rib resection on one child, watched a Dr. insert medication to break apart blood clots, slept in an ICU watching my son knowing at any moment a clot could break loose and cause severe even fatal consequences.
I've been lots of places, seen lots of terrifying things.....
But, tonight, as I sat with Dear Hubby feasting on a delicious home cooked meal, I cracked a tooth. Now, I know....everyone has had dental work done. But, here is my admission. When I was fifteen, I had some dental work done. For some reason, deadening the nerve was not easy. The dentist continued to administer the shots, one after another. I freaked....just a bit, but was finally deadened enough to finish the work. Then, afterwards, I stood up and promptly (in lady like, southern fashion) passed out.
So, let's see, I haven't been back to the dentist since then. Yes, I'm over 21.....and 31....and 41. I've lived in complete denial for years. My teeth are in great shape. No pain, no issues. My teeth are fine. Tonight, my illusions have been shattered. I need to see the dentist.
Panic!!! What do I do until Monday????? Dear Hubby, ever the level headed man, suggested that I call the dentist office and get the emergency number. I asked, "Yeah, it's an emergency in my opinion, but is the dentist going to think this is a genuine emergency????" So, I'll call the number, and his wife answers. Ah, he's sitting right here. He knows me, after all, my husband sees the dentist.....and we make quite a scene. (humongous wheel chair, lady lifting her husband, etc.....quite an impression)
I asked him, what do I do until I can see you on Monday? Actually, he'll be there tomorrow at 10, so I can come in then and we'll see what we need to do. Relief. Then.....
TERROR!!!! I have to go to the dentist....panic!!!! My kids are gone. Mom will need to stay with Dear Hubby. Who is going to go with me to the dentist????? My 12 year old volunteers, but somehow, that does little to comfort me. I'm thinking I need a driver.....
Light bulb moment....Dear Older Son is in town, at his fiancee's house, this weekend visiting the family (he's there every weekend!) So, I call him up. He and his gal have plans, but he agrees to meet me there with his fiancee. He will hold my hand, and he will drive me home if it's needed.
I feel better, but I'll admit, I'm a chicken. So, if you're a praying quilter, please pray for this chicken tomorrow!
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