SHAKE THE DICE, STEAL THE RICE!

“Make it sweet or I’ll cut you.”

This morning, I got up bright and early to take the boyf to the dentist’s office.  Why, you ask?  The dreaded WISDOM TEEF EXTRACTION OMG SO SCURRY.  He was srsly giving himself an anxiety attack for the entire week with the non-stop googling of horror stories.  You know, the usual hypochondriac behavior…

NB4R, I know this is a really stressful experience.  I myself was freaking out when I had mine done a couple years ago, but I kept telling him it’s never as bad as it seems.  I remember sitting in the chair hearing my dentist saying I was going to start to feel drowsy, and then the next thing I knew I was sitting on my friend’s couch wondering how the heck I teleported there.  I didn’t have any swelling, my pain was next to nothing with all of the adult candy vicodin I was given, and I was completely back to normal within a few days.

The future hubby had it much worse, unfortunately.  His surgery took three hours because one tooth was severely impacted and another hadn’t even grown in yet.  That resulted in a lot of extra effort (and bleeding), so I started to get antsy after 1.5 hours had passed.  When they finally brought me to him after he had woken up, it was so sad slash hilarious.  I felt so helpless and concerned hearing him moan/make funny noises with that IV coming out of his arm.  But he was also so loopy that his mumblings weren’t making no kinda sense (“Ray, I don’t want to go get my wisdom teeth taken out!” - “But they’re already out, silly!”).  He also kept asking where he was, where I was, and when we were going home every two minutes.

There’s maybe only one good thing that comes out of being in such a vulnerable position like that - your true feelings tend to come out (whether intended or not).  The boyf’s first reaction upon seeing me after he woke up went something like this (translation in parentheses):

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BF:  Rmmmphfh? (Ray?)

Me:  I’m here, honey.

BF:  *sigh of relief*

BF:  *gesturing to his face*, *gesturing to his heart*, *pointing at me*

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I love you, too.

3 December 2011 ·

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