Minor Emergencies

I don’t recall much from the last 24 hours. What I do remember, I apparently remember incorrectly. While not exactly “Hangover 3: Schnaggleteeth”, I had a fun enough weekend to recount it here.

FS and her 2 daughters were awesome enough to drive me to Albuquerque on Sunday for dental surgery that was to happen Monday morning. We turned Sunday into “Girls Night” complete with too much food, pedicures, and the movie, Bridesmaids (which is absolutely hilarious, btw).

On Monday morning, I was taken back into the oral surgery suite, where Dr. Sparks was about to hack lots of holes in my mouth for the sake of beauty. I’ll say one time: Girls are stupid. Regardless, I’m thrilled to be getting this work done, so I was practically skipping back to the chair/iv/scalpel/other unknown torture devices. Dr. Sparks inserted my IV and gave me a mini dose of versed. I have to say, this was exciting, as it was my first drug since becoming a nurse and I was interested… from a purely clinical standpoint. 😉

I have a few memories from throughout the 4hr procedure. Once waking up yelling in pain, and Dr Sparks saying, “Hey there! Guess you woke up for that one didn’t you?” before giving me a little extra juice. I also recall asking on the progress of the surgery, and getting answers from the MD and assistants.

What I DON’T recall is a little more interesting:

After I woke up and was getting ready to stand, I couldn’t find my phone, which I had left in my lap. Dr. Sparks then informed me that I managed to eek off a text message and a phone conversation before they took my phone away. How embarrassing! They said I talked to my mom, and only this morning was I able to get from her that while I didn’t say anything totally crazy, she could tell I was feeling drunk and happy. I giggled. Anyone who has seen me with a few drinks knows that I’m a happy, giggly drunk. Apparently this is also true for Versed (which is nicknamed, “I don’t care juice” by people in the healthcare profession)

The text was to Luke and read as follows: “Holy crap dude that I am at the place I have drug nasaq…MMA”

Really? Glad I could put a little confidence in my poor husband who was 3hrs away and had to work. Sorry babe.

Anyhoo, the devil tooth has been exorcised, never to return. My gums have been “trimmed” to look more natural, and I will be missing that front devil tooth for about a week. It a great thing that I’m out of work at the moment, but I have to say I would have enjoyed the kids’ reactions to my hillbilly alter ego.

We drove the 3hrs home, where Luke was waiting. I showered, sat on the couch with him and promptly fell asleep. 2.5 hours later he dragged me to bed, where I continued a 16 hour catnap, waking every 4hrs or so to pop a pill and crash again.

I awoke this morning to a few random texts from close friends I must’ve texted after I got home, including a reply to a text I sent at 6am. I’m really surprised at how little I remember even from last night. My favorite exchange was relayed by one of the nurses:

Me (after the first dose): *giggle* “You have 2 noses”

Nurse: “Oh, really? How many eyes do I have?”

Me: “FOUR”

Nurse: “Very good! Now how many mouths do I have?”

Me: [still giggling] “Two pretty ones!”

One of my 5th grade girls was out riding her bike this last weekend and ran into a light pole. The distraction just happened to be an ice cream truck. 😀

That’s my girl!

A little girl came in today with a splinter in her hand.

Melissa: “oh no! You have a splinter?”
Kiddo: “NOOOO! I have a piece of WOOD stuck in my hand!!”

Well, the strawberries hung in there for about 3 weeks. Sad little leaves poking out from the soil that never managed to add any biomass. I feel like I may be running (albeit unintentionally) a fruit and vegetable concentration camp. Think about it. I go online and pick out which plants I think are best. I then isolate them for 3 weeks with insufficient nutrients (I’m guessing) while they wither away in the hot sun. Then I toss them all in the compost bin. Ugh.

The great news is that I can grow herbs like crazy! The cilantro, 4 kinds of mint, rosemary, basil, and parsley are all doing great. If I had to choose, herbs are more expensive and less delicious when bought from the store, so I’d take the trade.

Jury’s still out on the garlic. Considering I planted THE ENTIRE HEAD at first and it stayed in there for about a week before my mom (thanks ma!) informed me that I’d have to plant each clove separately, I’m not expecting much. Who DOES that?

I’ll tell you who.

The same person who, in her first attempt at gardening, managed to grow a gigantic 14ft tall weed, a few mutant cucumbers, and exactly one radish. I guess I was thinking it would come up as a bunch? Maybe washed, and with that little produce band around the stem? Could you have done that for me, Garden? No? Oh well. At least it was a really big radish. =)

Gagsy was rather entertaining this morning:

Me: “Heeeeyyyyy! What’s going on? Have anything fun planned for today?” (the end of the year is field-trip season)

Gagsy: “No, but tomorrow is bowling!”

Me: “Sweet! Are you guys gonna have those bumpers that keep you from getting gutter balls?”

Gagsy: [flashing his version of “blue steel” that shows off those dimples] “Well, actually, I kind of get strikes and spares. I’m pretty good.”

Me: “Oooh, have you thought about being a professional bowler or bowling coach?”

Gagsy: [he does a weird little head tilt, like he’s pondering this] “Hey, I kind of LIKE the SOUND of that!”

Here is where I’d like to formally apologize, in advance, to Gagsy’s mama. But hey, it’s good to dream, right?

Welcome! I’m trying really hard not to drop the ball on blogging while I’m moving to the new site- I think I’ve got most of the issues ironed out. Still working on making the font size a little bigger and finding a better picture for the blog header. I’ve got more to post, so keep an eye out for me!

love, Nurse Wonderful