Last December I went to the oral surgeon for a consultation on wisdom tooth removal. As the nurse lead me into the exam room, she waved me over to the chair and said, “I’ll put a movie on for you to watch while you’re waiting for the doctor.” I got so excited. I started hoping to high heaven that she’d ask what I wanted to watch because I was in the mood for a movie featuring Gwyneth Paltrow or John Krasinski. Then she turned around and said, “It’s a fabulous movie containing lots of information about wisdom teeth, so make sure you pay attention.” Let me assure you I was suddenly much less enthusiastic about the idea of watching a movie while reclining in a dental chair. 

Today is the big four-tooth removal day. Elizabeth is home from school and will accompany me to the doctors in order to document the day like I did for her last year. I’m slightly concerned about the whole process, but I’m almost more concerned about the words that might come out of my mouth while I’m recovering from the anesthesia. After Elizabeth’s surgery, she told me I had three noses. She followed that flattering statement up with, “asddie dsadfi muffins tterireons police adsfoe shoes wfeab OUCH.”

Thankfully we have Elizabeth around to record any of the fine (or not so fine) things I might say. Who knows, I may start talking to Gwyneth and John as though they’re with me live and in the flesh.