and it just keeps on getting better. Of course, that is said with complete and utter sarcasm. If you want a happy post that is not dripping in complaints read no further. If you love hearing me complain, just keep on reading.........
With that said, the good news is that Carlos is back to school with one less tooth. It was a monumental effort to get him out of bed and into his uniform this morning. But, once he was at school, I think he was happy to see his friends. Of course, when ushering him to his class, I tried to keep as low a profile as one can despite having not showered in two days, coughing like a person who's about to spit up a lung and a big honking cold sore on my lip that screams "Look at me. I just crawled out of a cave." My friend Christina actually gave me a hug and said she missed me. God bless that woman. I, on the other hand, would have taken one look at me and probably would have run for my life in the opposite direction.
So here's the story on the extraction.......We go in and wait for the sedative to take effect. What is SUPPOSED to happen is that he gets sleepy, relaxed and life is just one big computer game on Lego.com. Well, what REALLY happened is the sedative had the opposite effect. So, combine that with three days of no sleeping, eating and anxiety, the poor kid was a wreck. Let's just say it was a difficult day for the staff at the office.
So, as we are ushering him out the door in pain and crying, the dentist tells me that when I come back (oh, I'm coming back? Oh yeah. That's right. I still have $3,200 worth of work that is yet to be completed) that he wants to do an IV sedation next time and knock him out - which I find disconcerting based on a multitude of things - but, first and foremost because he has had procedures done at our regular dentist and it was never recommended that we render him unconcious. So, anyway, as my husband is getting him out the door, I am up at the desk paying for the procedure (which includes the cost of the sedation that I figured I could have done at home for free by giving him two cups of coffee). The receptionist (who was the nicest person by the way. And, no, I'm not being sarcastic this time. She really was a doll.) outlines the cost and procedure for the IV sedation. So, I listen half-heartedly with one ear on the Shark Tale video playing in the background, because I already have an appointment with our regular dentist next week to discuss the chaos and destruction that has taken place in Carlos's mouth since his visit in December when all I hear is the figure $1,400 bantied about. So I ask.... "that's just for the IV sedation?" and I repeat the figure again assuming I missed the part where it also included a 3-day cruise to Ensenada with an all you can eat buffet and 5 drink tickets. "yes. That's just for the IV sedation." Whereby, I say...."Ok. But once you get him to sleep, the dentist better just plan on doing a voodoo dance around his chair praying to the tooth Gods for healthy strong teeth and a miracle cure, because we won't be able to afford anything else other than the sedation." To which she replied............. ( OK. She didn't really reply anything. Because I never really said that. But I wish I would have said that.) I just nodded and walked out the door. So, as we were driving out of the medical center with my poor miserable baby in the back seat, I looked at his angelic, sweet, swollen face and thought.... "where are his glasses?" Then, I asked it out loud to my husband.... "where are his glasses?" To which he replied "oh @#$%" and slammed on the brakes, hopped out of the car and snatched them off the roof of the car. We then continued home.
We are off to our regular dentist next Tuesday so he can assess the situation. Phew.....I'm glad it's Friday. Hopefully, next week I'll actually have some crafts to show instead of a bunch of coughing and complaining to share.
