Paul had a dentist appointment this morning. He asked me to make it for him because he said his jaw was hurting. I immediately told him it was probably his wisdom teeth. My mom took him to the dentist for me so I wouldn’t have to miss work. I figured they'd look around, take some pictures and then schedule a time for him to come back and have the surgery. That’s what they did when I had mine taken out.
Instead, I got a phone call at work about
I immediately told work I had to go and drove across town to the dentist office. When I got there my mom told me they weren’t going to put Paul under. They were just going to give him a local anesthetic. For an hour and a half we sat in the waiting room worrying about him. I could only imagine how awful it must be having your wisdom teeth taken out while you’re still awake! I didn’t like the idea at all that my baby was going through that.
When he walked out Paul almost looked normal. His lips were chapped, his face a little swollen, and I could see some blood when he opened his mouth. “I’m fine,” he said “You can take me back to school.” What kind of a weird kid did I raise? Needless to say, I did not take him back to school.
He’s at home resting comfortably all hopped up on drugs..
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