I've been trying to write this post for the last hour, but good gracious, I feel drunk and words aren't coming easily. I'm having my dental implant surgery this afternoon and the sedation medicine they have me on does not play around.
I started the pills last night so Jon had to drive me in to work today due to the sedative nature of the drug. I slept the whole ride in and now I can barely keep my head off my desk. The dentist told me I would be able to function normally at work up until my appointment, but I beg to differ.
Drowsiness isn't even the worst of it. I feel dizzy and wobbly and really sick to my stomach. I've already thrown up once and I'm expecting more to follow. I really hope I don't become that girl who throws up in the trashcan at her desk.
I'm usually a trooper when it comes to feeling ill, except that is, when it comes to nausea. I become a crumpled, blubbering baby at the first sign of heaving. <This paragraph was interrupted by a sudden run to the bathroom where I upchucked my Kashi apple-cinnamon oatmeal. Lovely.> The physical thing that frightens me the most about pregnancy, even more than stretch marks and saggy skin, is the morning sickness. It scares the ever-living daylight out of me to have three straight (or even more!) months of constant sickness. I can't even imagine the horror.
Going back to the dental work, this is the second to last round in this long journey. Remember, it all started here, then it went here, where it then progressed to here. My poor tooth was extracted at my last visit (now that was a pleasant experience) and now it's healed enough to finally do the sinus augmentation and place the implant. They're actually lifting my freaking sinus to make room for the bone graft accompanying the implant. It's like my mouth is a freak show! Once all of that heals (about 3 to 6 months), then I'll finally be ready for the shiny, new tooth.
All I've gotta say is it better be pretty!
