“They have to come out,” Dr. Reynolds informed us. “I’ll give you the name of a good oral surgeon.”
Two boys, eight wisdom teeth.
We met with the oral surgeon and scheduled the procedures. They would go to the hospital to have the teeth extracted under anesthesia. I don’t think they do that so much anymore, but that’s how they did it then.
Brave boys, 14 and 17, both over six feet tall, and ready to face whatever it was they had to face.
The first indication we had that this was going to be another adventure was while my daughter and I were observing the anesthetist.
Keep in mind that these were big boys, and not very knockout-able.
“Can you feel it?” the doctor asked. He was from India and had a definite accent.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel it now?”
“Can you feel it? Can you feel it yet?”
He continued to increase the anesthesia after each question. These boys were not giving up.
“Can you feel it now? Can you feel it?”
My older son finally started to drift off, but the younger one persisted.
“Can you feel it yet?”
“Nope.” Then he immediately conked out.
“I guess he felt it,” I remarked to my daughter.
They wheeled them into the Operating Room. In a little while, they wheeled them back out. We waited until they were awake enough to walk, then we put them in the car and headed for home.
I decided to set up their recovery room in the den on a queen-sized sleeper sofa. That way my daughter and I could keep a close eye on them. Oh, they were pitiful as they lay there side by side.
The nurses had wrapped them up in ice bags which wound under their chins, around their swollen jaws and tied neatly on the tops of their heads. They looked like cartoon characters!
We took pictures to capture the moment for posterity. They were not pleased. But you simply could not look at them without laughing.
For the most part things went well, and they healed from their surgeries, but then came the day when I stopped laughing.
I was opening the mail and received two bills (two boys, two bills) from the anesthesiologist. I was visibly aggrieved.
“What’s wrong?” my daughter asked.
“I can feel it. I can feel it now.”
“My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart shall be of understanding.” — Psalm 49:3