I put on my Big Girl Panties on and left for Shreveport.  Dh and a few panic attachs.  I, on the other hand, was calm, cool, and collective.  We drove up at the Surgeon's office and my ex MIL was waiting for him.  Wonder if she was just being a freind or being nosey?  She had to help me get round to the potty.

They put laughing gas on me with O2, The Dr started the IV but I was already almost out. I remember holding onto his pinky while he did his thing on my arm.

Then the next thing I knew, I was being woke.  I did cry on the way home. Dave stopped to get me some strawberry milk to take meds.  While he was gone, I coughed and blood shot out on his door. I knew he would be so pissed since his truck is "precious".   But he did't say anything. 


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Jun. 2, 2008 at 2:42 PM i hope you feel better soon

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Jun. 2, 2008 at 2:45 PM Wow! Why did u need oral surgery?

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Jun. 2, 2008 at 6:21 PM

Hey dancer,

thanks for the sweet thoughts and kind words.  Ahh, Here's a thought:  If I wanted you know, I would have put it in the journal. 

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Jun. 2, 2008 at 7:12 PM awh.. that's sweet I don't think he'll say anything about that..

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Jun. 3, 2008 at 2:45 PM Glad to know you made it through. Call me when you get to feeling better!

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