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It has been almost a week since the extraction of my lower wisdom teeth; if you were to ask me beforehand if I would still be taking pain medication, I would have laughed at you and given you a nougy (not only am I a poor speller in formal English, my lack of skill spills over into the colloquial.) For some reason my right tooth did not want to go quietly into the night.
Let me back up; the sleepy-time medicine did not work for me nor did the laughing gas–I am sure I could still do long division and differential equations if I had a graphing calculator. Luckily the novacain worked. The left tooth was no problem, but the right tooth put up a fight; in an act of selfishness, the tooth somehow nicked my artery and made me bleed…real bad. Did I mention it was about 5:45 pm at this point? The normal time for dentists and oral surgeons to go home. After some phone calls, my dentist got me into an oral surgeon. Sara drove me to Mill Creek–from Everett–to have an oral surgeon’s assistant pull all the gauze out of my mouth and cause it to fill with blood–hmm, this man was sent because the dentist could not stop the bleeding, maybe some care would be part of the protocol. After vacuuming blood from my mouth, packing the hole with bone wax, and sewing it shut the oral surgeon insisted that I go the the ER to make sure I did not lose too much blood (ETA is about 8:00 pm.)
By the time we arrived at the ER, I felt like I needed some pain medication. I have a fairly high tolerance for pain–partly because I hate pain medication–but I knew after all of the finagling that happened in my jaw that I needed some medicine. On arrival my pain level was at a 2. By 10:40 pm when the nurse finally gave me two Percocet my pain level rose to about a 7.
Had I known that I would be forced into the black hole of medical care, I would have had them put me out to take out my wisdom teeth. Many people learn something after such a traumatic experience, the only thing that I learned: Percocet does not constipate you like Vicodin.
Mommy, don’t pee in your panties!
Advice that everyone should follow.
Bradie and I went for our first hike; this is her “let’s get this hike thing going face.”
After testing just one walking stick, Bradie picked up another nodding her head and saying, “I look more authentic with two.”
After several hours of work, Bradie tested her handy work: a new bridge over the creek. Not bad for a toddler.
Lastly, Bradie threw her walking sticks at the mountain lion we ran into to save her father. What you see here is her running to help me up and get us out of the wilderness. She could give Bear Grylls a run for his money.
While orchiectomy looks like a term from Lord of the Rings (removal of orcs) it is actually the removal of the orchis (that is Greek for testicle.) I am the proud owner of three and half inch scar from my orchiectomy. I had a strange sensation in my testicle and had the urologist take a look and after a scrotal ultrasound, it was decided that it needed to go. I feel pretty good and we should get the pathology back Friday or Monday. It seems like we caught it early, but we won’t know until the pathology comes back. Thanks to all of the people praying for me and my family; God has given me tremendous peace about this and I feel like we are going to be okay in the end. It is just the waiting that is no fun…and the body part removal. As I know more I will post. God bless. I shiny apple goes to the best one testicle joke in the comments (Tanya may already be in the lead.)
I forgot to post a picture of our newly painted living room wall; if you read Sara’s earlier blog about the paint lady, this is the paint we bought. Also she insisted we buy a gallon and now I have 3 quarts of paint, arrgh. I think we are going to get some white paint to lighten it up for the opposite wall. Anyway, here you go.
Fear not orb filled with logs, I return. Either my brain missed the ferry or it has been too occupied with finishing the semester–I claim the latter. I think I can also attribute my slow moving brain to my reduced meaningful reading time. While that time has decreased, I still have time to hang out with Bradie. Check out how gentle she is when she is wrestling me (I have no idea what Frank is doing.)
Before
After
For all those wondering, the color is called Lazy Sunday–the Behr color swatch number is 600A-2 for those who want to be like Bradie. Question: what color would Productive Sunday be? Leave a comment and even a color swatch.
When I have spare time I sometimes surf the interweb for somewhat trivial information, eat cake (thank you Julie, Sara, and Amanda), wonder why my daughter takes the clothes off all her dolls, and bother my wife like a three year old–I poke her in the arm, smell her hair, or cover up the book she is reading.) While surfing the interweb with my aforementioned spare time, I came across this:
Somebody spent their spare time not only assembling this but also thinking of the idea. I wonder if this exercise could extend to everyone; what would be the ten ways I could kill you? Be careful, people are more dangerous than you think.
