Before Brad and I were married, we both had to have our wisdom teeth surgically removed. And we both underwent sedative dentistry to do so.
My sedation didn’t end up being very deep since I kinda start to get all woozy when any needle comes near me.
But I’m pretty sure Brad’s sedation hit a home run! You see, I was his ride home that day. I read patiently in the comfortable, magazine-filled waiting room as an oral surgeon, and friend from church, performed Brad’s extractions.
I knew he would be a little sleepy and drugged up when he came out, so as soon as the door opened, I threw down my magazine and shot up, ready to help him: support his weight, grab his shoulders, pick up his numb jaw off the floor, whatever I needed to do. The helper I was created to be was in full gear and ready to go.
Or so I thought.
Out comes my future husband, looking extremely happy after his sedation ;). He smiles a big goofy grin at me… and blood pours out of his mouth!
I really thought I was tough. I really did! But at that point, there was going to be no hoisting my husband or helping him to the car. I turned white as a sheet and had to sit down myself. Thankfully, I recovered quickly, or we would have both needed a ride home!
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