if your wisdom teeth are gone, are you still smart?

Hello Shugpies,

As you may have read, my dear husband, Anj got three wisdom toofies extracted yesterday.

Thangs were beastly lookin:





What in THE world is that extra stuff lookin like some coral growin on that middle one? Eww!

But - in and out. The nurse called him back, and it wasn't much more than thirty minutes later before we were gettin our NPR on in the car.

Off we went, with a lot of gauze, a rinsing syringe and a wobbly-legged Anj Davis.

Anj Pie has ice on both sides, with the assistance of some socks, tied on top, and a hoodie to hold them in place.

But he's survivin. He's been gettin his learn on, rest assured. He's got PBS, his phone, and Kindle to entertain him.

And me.






Don't worry. I cleaned up after that filthy, disgusting person who put all that shiz all over the bathroom counter and mirror. 

Anj is SO GLAD to have a wifey to dance around, feed him yogurt, puddin, mashed potatoes and apple sauce, and to replace his ice socks, and to kiss him on the forehead and smile at him every 15 minutes. SO, SO lucky, what I'm talkin bout.

Thanks for your kind words and prayers. So far, he is doin' juuuuuuust fine, indeed.

I was thinkin back to the two times I got mine out -
.... the first time I was like 14, about to get braces, and had anesthesia to have 3 removed. I remember the IV, and the gas. I remember wakin up and the idiot nurse trying to get me to drink juice THROUGH A STRAW when I came to (because I'm diabetic) ... I'm like, 1) I cannot feel my face, you IDIOT. How do you thank I'm gone drank dissssssssss? 2) Shouldn't I NOT be drinkin through a straw, MO-RON? ... I cried a lot, and my mom was like, "Umm, is she okay?" And the nurse was like, "Yeah, it's just a side effect of the anesthesia, she's not actually feeling any pain." Psh. Bonus: Looked like a camoflauge chipmunk for a week ... in high school. Hotness.

...second time, I was 25, and the fourth wisdom tooth miraculously appeared (?) and took over a year to grow in ... which it never actually did, technically ... and sumbitch was infected and HURT-IN! I went to the dentist for a cleaning, and he sent me straight to the oral surgeon to have it removed. Just two shots of Novacaine, some headphones with some Metallica, and I watched him drill a hole in my tooth so he could stick a sharp hook in it (the kind you always see on toothpaste commercials), and yank that baby out. Saved it. (Anj and I are weird?) Tried to brave that one without any meds. FAIL. My mama came to check on me, and there I was, grown arse woman, cryin'. Rockin back and forth on the couch. Whew. Got that taken care of in a jiffy. It got infected again (stayed infected from bein infected in the first place?) ... had a golf ball sized, feverish knot on the outside of my face, both ears closed up and I could hear and feel my voice on the inside of my head only. Had to call back Mr. Smithe there for some antibiotics. Good times.

How bout y'all? I KNOW y'all got some good stories bout gettin your teeth jacked. Now, let's hear em ... down there ... below.... in the comments section. It'll make my day. :)