I just read Lizzie*Kate's blog about her minor surgery on her finger. If you don't follow this blog, you need to go read this post. It will tickle your funny bone. It has reminded me so much about the surgeries I have had and the aftermath of those surgeries.
Several years ago, I had to have periodontal surgery. Suffice to say, if you don't brush and care for your teeth you may be faced with this AND you certainly don't want to. It involves lots of cutting and scraping and you look like you have been slapped in the mouth more times that you can count. The surgery itself wasn't painful; I was in lala land for most of it having taken a sedative both before we left home and just before the procedure. I took a walkman and listened to an audio book (at least I started listening). I can't tell what the book was or what it was about but it helped soothe me into sleep.
I know none of this seems funny but that part came after the surgery. The Hubs was with me to drive me home and when I came out to the waiting after the procedure, he went sort of white. I asked him if he was okay and he, being the strong man that he is, said, "Of course."
He helped me to the car because I was still loopy from the medication and then, on doctor's orders, took a pain pill and ate some chocolate pudding. The office was close to the on ramp for the interstate and as we started toward that ramp, the Hubs pulled over to the side of the road. I looked over at him and asked what was wrong and he just said he needed some fresh air. He walked to the roadside and passed out! I'm sitting in the truck, so loopy I almost don't know where I am, and I'm calling to him, "Are you okay?" Luckily there were some good Samaritans following us and they pulled over and 2 went to check on Hubby and one came to check on me. I had the cell phone trying to call 911 but couldn't seem to find the numbers. I held the phone out to the nice man and asked him to dial 911 because I couldn't find the right numbers. Did I mention I was loopy!!!!
Soon we had a police car and an ambulance on the side of the road and were the center of attention of the passers-by. The EMT's wanted to take him to the hospital to be checked out and he was refusing to go. I had already gotten myself into the driver's seat and buckled up prepared to follow the ambulance in my loopy state when one of the EMT's came to the truck to tell me he was refusing to go. So I fumbled out of the seat belt and walked (staggered) back to the ambulance. I told Hubby to go on to the hospital. He asked who was going to bring me and I told him proudly that I would bring myself. He stared at me in disbelief as I announced to the police officer standing there that I had had periodontal surgery a little while ago and had had a pain pill but I was "F---i----n----e!" and could drive. The officer very politely said, "Yes ma'am, I'm sure you are." Anyway, Hubby refused to be taken to the emergency room and we came home on the condition that he would go to the doctor as soon as I was settled, which he did after asking a neighbor to check on me in a little while. She says she did check on me but I don't remember her ever coming in the bedroom.
It turned out that Hubby had a panic attack when he first saw me. Frankly, I didn't think I looked that bad but I must have been a horrible sight. Luckily, there were no ill effects from the panic attack or my surgery and it makes for a good laugh.
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