The extraction...

I feel like I am off my game.

When I sit down with my laptop I go completely blank.

 I have a ton of things to update on. I have lots of pictures to share.

But my whit and personality have flown out the window.

Gone.

 I blame it on all the children being in school all day.

It's like when I don't have 400 things to think about all at the same time...I just don't think at all.

 I guess instead of calling it "pregnant brain" or "mommy brain" it might need to be called "school aged mommy brain".

 I don't get it, but I'm ready for the return of me.

Although I have a few things to talk about today, I feel the need to get this one down in the books. Mainly because if I ever need to remind my husband how much he truly loves me I can sit down and have him read this post. hehe.

I had my last 2 remaining wisdom teeth sawed out of my head on Wednesday.

Maybe "sawed" is a harsh word but those of you that have had your wisdom teeth removed know that "sawed" is a much more accurate term than extraction.

Extraction just does not adequately describe the scene.

 I pretty much look like a chipmunk storing up food for the winter.

 Both of my bottom jaws are huge and disgusting.

 I'm a looker I tell ya.

Anyhow, the day of my surgery I was a nervous wreck.

Jason, however, is NEVER, never, ever, never nervous about anything.

He is Mr. Super Cool Calm Collected every day of his life.

I'm pretty sure I have never seen him loose his cool or panic about anything.

He just snaps into cool mode when something happens.

Like when the horse took Case on a joy ride that left me sick for a week.

 Not the hubster, nope. Mr. SCCC.

SO, after my surgery I was completely out of it.

I seriously don't even remember going to the car.

They gave Jason instructions to take me for a milkshake because I needed to get something down me because I had lost alot of blood, hadn't eaten or had a drink in over 12 hours, and the medication needed help getting out of my system.

Well, lets just say I woke up one time and we were sitting outside of Best Buy and he was coming out with a new ipad.

Because, seriously, there is never a better time to buy and ipad than after your wife has had her wisdom teeth sawed out of her head. Never.

After said shopping spree Mr. SCCC took me to Arby's for a milkshake.

We were sitting in the drive through after we ordered and I sat up in my seat to get a good look at the slashing that had gone on in my mouth.

I declared that it was disgusting and that I thought I might never be able to open my mouth again and that maybe that would be a great new diet plan...

and then I declared that I wasn't feeling so great and went to put my seat back down.

That was all I remember until I started to hear the faint sound of Mr. SCCC screaming hysterically at me to wake up.

AMYYYY, AMYYYYY, BABEEEEE....

When I came too we were sitting out front of the ER.

I was out long enough for him to drive me the few miles we were away from the hospital.

And ladies and gentleman...

Mr. SCCC was NOT SCCC.

The first thing I said was, "why are you yelling at me?"

And what he said next broke my heart...

"Don't you ever do that to me again.  I thought you were dead!"

Apparently, I am VERY good at fainting and I even throw in a little dramatic shaking and eye rolling  for good measure because he thought that I might be having a seizure.

There is nothing like a good faux battle with death to make you feel loved.

In all seriousness, I was fine.

I talked Mr. NotsoSCCC into calling the surgeon instead of dragging my rear into the ER.

I REALLLLLY needed that milkshake.

And guess where it was?

Still at Arbys because Mr. NSSCCC had driven away with great speed and utter panic.

Two drinks of my chocolate milkshake later and we were laughing and having a good time remembering the time I fainted on him in the car after I had my wisdom teeth sawed out of my head.

And then the vicodin kicked in again and I woke up in Childress.

I love you Mr. NSSCCC.

I'm so glad I was your first.

Nothing like losing your super cool calm collected-ness  to your wife after 14 years of marriage.

SWEET!

I TOTALLY ROCK!