Oh, did I say toothsome? Maybe it should be toothless…? She is gone to see the oral surgeon for the removal of 4! wisdom teeth. After determining that there was no wisdom going on there, ( I mean really. No help from the “wisdom” teeth AT ALL.), and KNOWING that the gazillions of dollars we spent on braces were going down the shitter as her perfect teeth crept closer and closer to the front of her mouth, the obvious conclusion was that we had to go down to the corner and pay some Mexican migrant worker to cut them all out. So John is out doing that very thing right now.
Before Kessa and Keelan got their braces they each had to have 4 permanent teeth pulled and the doctor that did it is no longer on our insurance plan. He is … cue the scary music…”OUT OF NETWORK!”. So she is especially nervous because the doctor she is going to is new to her. Well, not that new. She saw him for the consultation. But still…
Anyway, she is going to come home groggy. Oh who am I kidding… asleep. And sleep the rest of the day, wake up ravenous and CRANKY. As a matter of fact, I think it would be best to warn everyone of my impending doom and let you know that if there are no further posts I have died by her cranky hand. This is a distinct possibility.
Comment by Nana on April 18, 2008 at 1:04 pm
Is she having this done today? How can she do that if I didn’t know about it? Not possible, surely.
Comment by Susan on April 19, 2008 at 6:02 am
Poor baby…. wait…. Poor babies! (Probably not going to be easy on either one of you.) When the doc says not to let her exert herself for ten days make her listen. Even something as simple as getting her heart rate up running on the stairs is enough to blow the bloodclot and make her healing have to start back almost at the beginning.
Comment by Krissa on April 19, 2008 at 10:33 am
We are being careful! I promise! She had all 4 cut out so she doesn’t just have vacant holes in her mouth. She is actually stitched up, so hopefully, it will make it harder for the scenario you described to happen.
Comment by Susan on April 20, 2008 at 3:14 pm
I did too but then I went to the market for a little while to get out of the house, when I got home my freaking street dog had tried to break all her teeth off by chewing the metal bars off her kenel… blood everywhere! couldn’t find a moving dog inside the carrier and couldn’t get the door open due in part I’m sure to the fact that it was twisted metal spikey things at that point with no mechanism OMG! Heartrate up a little probably at that point then I ran up the stairs to get some sort of tool or something to break into the kenel, and well…. that was all she wrote! So just a cautionary tale…
Comment by Krissa on April 20, 2008 at 4:38 pm
WTF! What on earth do you mean, “that was all she wrote!”? You better get on the stick and tell me the rest of this story! First off, which dog was it? Bella? And what do you mean “street dog”? AND, WHY was she in a kennel?
Splain yourself, Lucy!
Comment by Krissa on April 22, 2008 at 10:42 am
Do you know I had to explain to my mom what “WTF” meant? Now I have been forbidden to use that terminology on my blog…
Let’s see if it “takes”!
Comment by Susan on April 22, 2008 at 11:08 am
Ok lady, as much trouble as Bella has been, and in spite of the fact that she was inbred right there in Magnolia, TX, she is technically a purebreed. I have that worthless AKC certificate to prove it.
The street dog to which I refered was the one I “found?” on the street, Tess is what we call her when she’s behaving domesticated. She has some separation anxiety issues that we’ve had to deal with since taking her in as part of the menagerie.
We thought we had gotten past all that… my mom had been to visit and they had bonded so well that Tess had stopped sleeping with everyone except Grandma Jo. Well… Grandma left Monday, I had surgery Tuesday, J left Wednesday (I don’t remember where), Matt left Thursday (for a school event in Germany), and Alli left Friday (for a school event in Spain).
When I had taken Matt to the school really early Thursday morning (with his suitcase), Tess had chewed up a bunch of stuff downstairs before I got home. Hmmmm … I thought we were past this I said to myself…. so I shamed her, life went on, then I had to take Alli to the school early the next morning (with her suitcase) and my basement was DESTROYED when I got home 45 minutes later (remote controls, telephone, two scratches on my end table where she had tried to chew it, paper everywhere, DVD’s, CD’s, just everything she could chew or tear.) So when I left for the market I put her in her kennel. (That’s how we broke her before, and she got where if her kennel was available for her to go into when she felt like wrecking stuff she would put herself in the kennel.) Well she hadn’t needed it for quite awhile but I guess with everybody leaving she was a little freaked out.
Anyway… I put her in the kennel and she REALLY FREAKED OUT! She destroyed the bed inside (which is why I couldn’t see her, and she didn’t move at all, I thought she was dead) and broke three of her teeth trying to chew the door off. (Which is why there was blood all over the place) and honestly I had to use J’s heavy duty tin snips or whatever the heck they are to cut her out, she had mangled the door so bad.
Took her to the doc… they told me she needed a therapist, but they didn’t know of any that spoke english so “Good Luck”! About the only thing that affects her worse than separations is the sound of the Italian Language. Even with the housekeeper, If Jenny is speaking english no problem… she starts into Italian and the dog wants her out of the house, if I’m speaking in Italian I’m getting the most horrible look of mistrust and betrayal you could imagine, and alot of times she’ll bark and sass me.
So… that’s the story. I pitched the kennel, and am scared to death to think about what will happen when I have to put her back in one to fly her home.
Anyway… my comment was a caution for Keelan, not an essay on damaged dogs!
Comment by Krissa on April 22, 2008 at 11:17 am
OK! Now I understand. Most of it, anyway. The first question I have is:
Surgery for what?
And the second is:
“That was all she wrote”?
Comment by Susan on April 22, 2008 at 11:25 am
OK ummmm… in keeping with the original thread, I had all of my wisdom teeth cut out (Surgery)
Somewhere in all the excitement of that day, in spite of the stitches, I managed to lose the bloodclots that were healing the holes in my jaw (That was all she wrote… that was the end of it….)
Comment by Krissa on April 22, 2008 at 11:53 am
OK! NOW I get it. You never even hinted you were having your teeth done, (done?), too. I’ll tell Keelan and maybe it’ll make her feel better. She came home from school a little while ago. Early. Today is her birthday and she and Kes and Gilbert and Christen are supposed to go out to eat Mexican food tonight. We’ll see. She is asleep in MY bed. Doesn’t wanna climb the stairs. I guess 800 mg of Ibprophen can make you sleepy…
Comment by Susan on April 23, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Krissa, my dearest friend,
This happened like 3 years ago. So I’m over it. I’m hoping she feels better soon.
Comment by Krissa on April 23, 2008 at 1:39 pm
OOOOOOh. well, you could’ve said! I’m glad you are over it and it didn’t just happen to you. And glad, too, that the dog seems to have become a little more….stable?
Comment by Susan on April 23, 2008 at 5:27 pm
Yeah we’ve about got her back under control from Matt’s sudden reapperance and disappearance at Christmas time. (Just in time for him and my mom to show up next month) I don’t even want to think about this fall after Alli leaves (and Matt goes with her) LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Poor dog! (poor me)
OH! speaking of Al and college… She has scored reduced tuition at CU (150% of in state) and …. they gave her a $32000 scholarship on top of that! PLUS…. she has been awarded 2 local scholarships so far (we don’t know the amounts yet) and we are still waiting to hear about 2 more local ones. (It’s been a really good week for her!)
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