Thoughts from me - a preacher's wife, farmer's daughter, mom, and nurse. Posts are mainly intended to help me journal the events of my life - topics will include kids, church, work, marriage, life in general,
and of course my dogs . . . and whatever else I feel compelled to write about.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Back from the dentist

Brian took the day off work yesterday to be with me at my dental appointment. And he was literally there with me.

As I have mentioned before I am not a very compliant patient. But what I didn't mention is that I am also a very uptight and anxious patient. I was getting a little panicky while I was sitting in the chair waiting for the dentist to come in - so I used my cell phone to call Brian in the waiting room. I thought talking to him while I waited would calm me down.

The problem was I could hear him but he couldn't hear me. The next thing I know, an employee is leading Brian back to my room asking me, "Is someone trying to use their cell phone?" Having been busted, I talked to Brian for a few minutes and then he went back to the waiting room.

I did fairly well until the second round of numbing shots. With these Dr. Really Nice numbed the inside of the roof of my mouth which instantly made me feel like my throat was closing. Breathing is very important to me. I can't stand to have a stuffed up nose - this feeling of a swollen tongue and throat was more than I could handle.

I think it was probably a culmination of 4 sleepless nights, pain, and my inherited anxiety issues that caused me to flip out to the extent I did. Dr. Really Really Nice went and got Brian out of the waiting room and let him stay beside me for the whole procedure.

Anyway, it's over. Hallelujah!

We watched a REALLY great movie yesterday afternoon - Facing the Giants. We've had it for weeks but have never taken the time to watch it. The message of honoring God with our lives and allowing Him to work through us what He desires was very well presented. What an uplifting and inspiring movie.

I think I cried more during the movie than during my oral surgery - well maybe not.


Diane said...

Elaine wrote: "Breathing is very important to me. I can't stand to have a stuffed up nose."

So that's where Sarah gets it! The last time she was sick, she was attached to my side for days, giving me reports on the quarter hour about the status of her congestion. She kept saying, "I feel like I can't breathe." Next time Sarah gets sick, I'll let her hang out with Aunt Elaine!

Me said...

Tell Sarah I understand. She can come share my Vicks anytime.