Melissa (Dad's Wife), works for a dentist. Naturally, we do all our dental work through whichever doctor she is working for that quarter. So, I made the appointment, took the time off, was about to arrange a ride to and from, when I was informed I would NOT be put out for the operation.
For a few weeks, I mention this LITTLE detail to anyone who will listen. Some people said that it wasn't a big deal, but most were shocked at the idea of me lying awake during the surgery. Here was the plan:
Thursday - Surgery
Friday - Breana's Passing
Monday - Breana's Funeral
I wasn't looking forward to the 24-hour period of suffering before I passed, but you can't always help when you die!
Needless to say, I decided I would not lay in a chair while they did the operation. Yes, I know I would not have felt a thing, But I would have heard everything, seen bloody hands, and worse of all, KNOWN what was going on. I couldn't think about what they were doing while they did it. So the appointment was cancelled.
Grandpa & Jean were spending the week at their time-share in Scottsdale. (having a few days off) I went and spent a couple days with them. Wednesday night we stayed up until 1 in the morning playing dominoes (Chicken Foot).
On Thursday, after a couple hours of shopping ;), laying by the pool, and of course, playing Chicken Foot, we went to the ASU Basketball Game. I don't remember the last time I went to a Basketball Game I wasn't cheering at, but that was a lot of fun! Met the Owner of Ned's Crazy Subs (Ned) & one of his sons & Grandson. I think the score of that game was something like 35-15 Sundevils. It was a good time.
After the game we went back to the Resort to play more Chicken Foot. I would have
thought since they were the old ones, they'd be just as tired as I was from staying up til the wee-hours of the morning the night before. But NO! They forced me to stay up and play until 2 in the morning. It got to the point that we could not focus, nor see because we were laughing so hard (out of pure exhastedness).
Out of all the Chicken Foot games, I won only once, and Jean manage to never win... nor even come in 2nd.
The few days in Scottsdale were definitely better than the torture and death that did lay ahead for me. The only sad note is, I still have the teeth, and get to look forward to the misery at a later time.
I remember VIVIDLY laying in that chair and having the oral surgeon telling his nurse that the roots on my wisdom teeth were SO LONG. It was the worst thing I have been through with a dentist. Totally agree with you girl, find someone who will know you out.
ReplyDeleteGlad you didn't die... I don't have a decent black dress in my closet.
ReplyDeleteWhew, I am so glad you didnt die because I cant afford to fly down there for your funeral right now. But remember that I do love you tons!!!!
ReplyDeleteCome and visit me PLEASE