Thursday, September 9
And since the majority of my thoughts go onto the internet, it's kind of silenced my chatter which for someone who tweets whenever she farts, is pretty amazing. Perhaps you are all glad for my preoccupation since it's cleared up your Twitter stream.
My four-year old is going under general anaesthetic tomorrow for surgery (well duh, it's certainly not for entertainment purposes) and it's wigging me out for a number of reasons.
For the record, my girl is healthy but her teeth took a bad turn recently and some previous injuries due to some hard play -- an unfortunate incident involving a jumping contest and a bed post -- resulted in death to some teeth, a whack of nerve damage, and gosh darn it, a cavity. Which was probably brought to her by sugar more than the fake veneer of her bed post but who knows. After her dental exam so many procedures were listed that general anaesthesia was decided to be the most prudent route. This was only decided after a long discussion with her fantastic dentist. I *heart* the guy and dentists hold the same charm as clowns in my opinion so that is really saying something about the man.
Hospitals and surgeries are familiar territory to me. I grew up running the halls of medical building because my parents worked there and also I was a repeat customer for a plethora of medical incidents. Then my twenties found me working in those same halls and you learn stuff when you work in a medical environment. Lots of stuff. Too much stuff. Like all the stuff that can go wrong.
There I go, freaking myself out again.
Anyway. Sedation is not taken lightly. Or maybe it is. Heh. Anaesthetic is somewhat voodoo science that involves someone suspending life and blocking out pain with the aid of drugs and machines. And they are guessing based on some random survey of possibly inaccurate facts on how your body will react to the drug cocktail.
And I'm not hip on doing this to my daughter but the alternative is letting her teeth rot out of her head like a hillbilly.
And I know I sound like this is about me but it's not: I'm scared for my daughter who as far as she is concerned is getting a tooth or two removed followed a few days of eating ice cream and popsicles (forbidden fruit of our freezer.) Doesn't faze her at all. We've been straight up about everything and how it is going to hurt but they are going to let her 'sleep' through the procedure so it hurts less.
Ignorance is bliss.
Knowledge sometimes sucks.