Chipmunk Cheeks

I took Tobe in for an overhaul this morning. He was quite brave and had four of his wisdom teeth removed and a biopsy done on a mysterious section of his jaw (most likely it is nothing). I have been telling Tobe horror stories all week about wisdom teeth removal because 1. I felt like he wasn't really prepared for this endeavor and 2. It provided hours of entertainment for me.

Tobe did great and even managed to ask the doctor intelligent questions while still in a drug-stupor and with gauze filling his mouth. Although he is in pain and started to look pretty pale this afternoon, I think he will pull through. I really thought he would sleep the day away from the sedation used during the procedure and the painkillers prescribed afterwards. However, he has been awake most of the afternoon. The main reason this is shocking is that Tobe is quite sensitive to medicine. When we got engaged six years ago (next month), we did so in a lovely border town in Mexico where we had driven from the day (Fun fact: ACU is only four hours from the border). There is a long story behind why we got engaged in Mexico that perhaps I will share in another post. However that night--after getting engaged, navigating flooded roads, and being stopped by a police officer who took no pity on the young couple---we finally made it back to Abilene. Tobe began to feel sick about an hour after our arrival and then proceeded to throw-up. Being the caring person that I am, I quickly rummaged my medicine cabinet for a pill to ease his troubles. The boy did not really wake-up for the next 24 hours. He has barely any memories of the day after we got engaged, despite the fact that we called several friends and family to relay the news and went out shopping to purchase him new tennis shoes. It was at this point that I learned never to give Tobe prescription drugs (I had given him a sample of Phenergian--sp???) and cut regular pills in half if needed.

Despite this lack of tolerance for medicine, Tobe is doing great tonight after having part of his mouth removed. He is used to taking care of me (after my thyroid/tumor removal, countless colds, a dreadful case of mastitis, coaching me through childbirth, and the whole slicing the kneecap open to the bone incident) so it is a nice change for me to be able to take care of him. I have already made him eat two milkshakes and a large bowl of Mac and cheese. Hopefully the night will be restful for him and he will feel refreshed tomorrow. We are quite thankful that things went well this morning, however I am going to miss lying in bed saying such things as "dry sockets" and "gaping holes" to Tobe as he drifts off to sleep.....