How I Know I'm Marrying the Right Man
Wisdom teeth schmisdom teeth. I experienced my first real moment of fear in who knows how long while waiting to have my wisdom teeth extracted this past Friday. I was really nervous. Usually, I love the dentist. I had very pleasant experiences getting my teeth cleaned and having fluoride treatments as a child back at Dr. Schoen's office in Munster, IN. But Friday I wasn't in Munster and I wasn't at a dentist's office. I was at an unholy oral surgeon's where, a few weeks earlier, some bimbo of an assistant explained to me that while getting my wisdom teeth extracted it was possible that bone fragments would inadvertently get lodged in my sinuses, causing a humongous "but routine" infection. How exactly is a sinus infection caused by bone fragments from a wisdom tooth extraction routine?
But anyway, I'm sitting in the oral surgeon chair, chatting with the assistant, who has me hooked up to this machine that monitors my vital signs. I'm thinking about sinuses and bone fragments, and what my first experience being under general anesthesia will be like. She keeps telling me, "Honey, you have to breathe. " She was watching the blips on the monitor, and every minute or so the lines would dip, signaling that I wasn't breathing normally. So I was nervous. But the surgeon came in, he started the anesthesia IV, and the next thing I know I'm waking up and feeling kind of woozy. I see the assistant, (not the bimbo, the one who told me to breathe) and to my right I see Efe. He's sitting on the ledge of the window sill, and as soon as I see him I feel the hugest sense of relief. Almost to the point where I want to cry. I know immediately that I'm safe. The surgery is over, and all I have to do is let Efe take care of me. It doesn't hurt that he's not bad on the eyes, either. Waking up to find your handsome soon-to-be-husband at your side smiling at you isn't a bad way to wake up from anesthesia.
Saturday morning I woke him up early and we walked to Metropolis, a cute little cafe on Granville that serves a seriously awesome jasmine green tea latte. Had tea/coffee and shared some nibbles (herbed goat cheese croissant and ginger pear tart --delicioso) and talked. We walked back to our place hand in hand and spent a leisurely Saturday doing absolutely nothing. I wouldn't have it any other way. So, that's how I know I'm marrying the right man. Thanks for being there, honey. You're my knight in shining armor. Seni seviyorum. I love you.
But anyway, I'm sitting in the oral surgeon chair, chatting with the assistant, who has me hooked up to this machine that monitors my vital signs. I'm thinking about sinuses and bone fragments, and what my first experience being under general anesthesia will be like. She keeps telling me, "Honey, you have to breathe. " She was watching the blips on the monitor, and every minute or so the lines would dip, signaling that I wasn't breathing normally. So I was nervous. But the surgeon came in, he started the anesthesia IV, and the next thing I know I'm waking up and feeling kind of woozy. I see the assistant, (not the bimbo, the one who told me to breathe) and to my right I see Efe. He's sitting on the ledge of the window sill, and as soon as I see him I feel the hugest sense of relief. Almost to the point where I want to cry. I know immediately that I'm safe. The surgery is over, and all I have to do is let Efe take care of me. It doesn't hurt that he's not bad on the eyes, either. Waking up to find your handsome soon-to-be-husband at your side smiling at you isn't a bad way to wake up from anesthesia.
Saturday morning I woke him up early and we walked to Metropolis, a cute little cafe on Granville that serves a seriously awesome jasmine green tea latte. Had tea/coffee and shared some nibbles (herbed goat cheese croissant and ginger pear tart --delicioso) and talked. We walked back to our place hand in hand and spent a leisurely Saturday doing absolutely nothing. I wouldn't have it any other way. So, that's how I know I'm marrying the right man. Thanks for being there, honey. You're my knight in shining armor. Seni seviyorum. I love you.
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