Last Thursday marked my second and final round of Osseous Dental Surgery. I have struggled for many years after being pregnant with Fen to get my gums healthy again. Part of the issue is just poor gum health from not taking care of myself and part of it is hereditary. My mom just had a similar procedure a week ago. The first surgery was pretty terrible. I have had a LOT of mouth work in my life. It began at the age of seven when I received my dental and orthodontic "game plan". My mouth was too small for all of my teeth. In the end, I have had 16 teeth pulled of which 8 were permanent. All 4 Wisdom teeth were impacted and I was given a general anesthesia for the surgery. I thought this would be the same. Then when I arrived, they explained I would be given a local which was customary. I am sure I simply convinced myself I would be knocked out because all of the paperwork my dentist handed me very clearly said otherwise. So I tried to be tough. The other fun to all of this is I am horribly frightened of needles. So the thought of massive needles full of Novocaine in my mouth left me uneasy. The first procedure took a little over an hour and the entire time I was moments from passing out...literally. They had me at a 45 degree angle upside down and had to stop every 2-3 minutes to let me breathe. My hands were numb. Alex told me to load a pod-cast onto my Zune which I thought made sense until I realized this week's episode ended up being This American Life's 1 hour show about the Great Depression. I will spare you the details of what was actually happening in my mouth and make this long story shorter. When I went back for my follow up and to schedule my next surgery, at two separate and unrelated instances, both my dentist and hygienist recommended I come an hour early next time for some medication to alleviate my stress. And here I thought I was brave. I didn't pass out (which I have done before). To add to my list of why I am a terrible patient, I also don't take medication very well. My body goes into hyper-reaction and every side-effect happens to me. They offered Valium and Halcion. I spent the next month deciding which to take. My friend just had laser surgery for her eyes and said Valium wasn't enough so I went with the harder stuff. And since I am putting it all out there for maximum feel-sorry-for-me effect, I will also have you know I came down with a cold on Monday before my surgery which I mostly kicked by Wednesday only to come down with a UTI which had me doubled over in pain and frightened my surgery would have to be postponed. No way in hell was I going to allow this. Some quick conversations with my nurse and I had a prescription called in for Alex to pick up after my surgery the next day. So...Thursday came, I took the Halcion and got through the surgery just fine. I was applauded for such improved behavior! Alex picked me up and I was sleeping in my bed soon after. I woke up though and that lovely I-don't-care-about-anything feeling quickly changed to an acute and severe I-care-and-now-feel-everything pain feeling. I took my antibiotics and a Vicodin. About 4 hours later I took another Vicodin. Then about 8pm, my body called pharmaceutical mutiny and I had an involuntary case of bulimia which lasted most of the night.
The next day was better but I began referring to myself as "we". I separated my body from my brain - they became two independent and very opinionated versions of myself that were in complete argument about how I should be feeling. I decided to book some time away. Sort of like women who have plastic surgery next door to a luxury hotel. I imagined if it worked for them then it should work for me. After Fen's swimming and Karate classes, we drove him up to spend a night with his grandma and we kept driving north to Vancouver. Luckily hotels are desperate for patrons and we got an amazing package at the Opus which included free valet parking, dinner for two at Elixer and late check out of 2pm. It was exactly what I needed. We drove to Granville Island before checking in to stock up on Canadian Maple Syrup and amazing Elk Prosciutto at Oyama and we walked aimlessly around the little public market. Then we made it to our hotel for some relaxation before our 9pm dinner reservations. We went straight to bed and slept in until 9am. Then we wandered to find me a pancake and get Alex some Dim Sum. We stopped by the art museum, grabbed a cup of joe from our favorite coffee spot Cafe Artigiano and wandered some more though a local market Urban Fare which is better than Dean and Deluca. We wandered some more and arrived at our final destination Vij's for one last meal before heading back to the states. It was nice not having an agenda and just letting "we" get back to "me".