Post by JeffOver on Apr 30, 2010 16:49:08 GMT -8
Hi all,
My dear sister-in-law gave me permission to share this story she wrote on her blog, which happened on Thursday. It will likely provide some amusement, and hopefully some warning not to mess with a mother goose!
;D
Today, a crazy story about me....again.
It really started yesterday when I went to get a cleaning, flouride and x-rays done at the UFV dental clinic. (For $10 - super duper and these girls clean every tooth to "glossy" because they're getting marked on it. Glossy was the word the instructor used to praise the dental assistant student who polished my teeth.) First the paperwork, "how are your teeth, any crowns, root canals etc?" "Nope", I proudly replied, "just my original teeth." "Beautiful teeth" was a compliment I heard from my pair of students and their instructors. I just couldn't help but feel a little good inside.
And then.
Today.
This morning I was babysitting for Bible Study when one of the moms came to tell me about some goslings that had been temporarily rescued on the church parking lot. I brought the kids to see them and they were delighted with their sweet peeping, and tiny fluffy bodies. I just never saw coming what these sweet little things would end up doing for my day!
After Bible Study was done the kind, soft hearted and gentle lady who had tried to prevent these little cuties from becoming road kill was still attemtping to shoo them to the back forty of the church parking lot so they could reunite with Mama Goose. I had seen the kids ooh and ahh and I couldn't stop myself from helping her with her most noble goal. She warned me that she had already nearly been attacked and so I accepted a SuperStore bucket to protect my legs from Mama's beak and used my sweater to wave and hopefully propel the goslings in the direction we were hoping they would go.
What I wasn't counting on was the direction which Mama Goose finally decided to attack from! Suddenly there she was, up in the air, zooming toward me like a Stealth fighter jet. I hadn't worn a mask and I really wanted to keep my eyes so I did what any self respecting human does in the face of a mad mama goose attack. I whipped around and ducked my head leaving the goose with my back side if she was still so inclined. Unfortunately what I had forgotten to take note of was the truck that was legitimately parked in the stall behind me. I came down, with speedy force, teeth first on the side of that little truck.
I lost a good half of my middle tooth and the next tooth to the right was missing a chunk off the bottom and pieces off the back up to my gums. I couldn't believe it! I had lost my teeth for some goslings. That aforementioned dear lady encouraged me to search for the missing teeth and thankfully I found the middle tooth.
What to do next? I headed to my Mom's because if I could get into the dentist right away I was needing a place to leave the kids. No, dentist said, we'll do it after hours, show up at 5:00. I was okay with that. I tossed the tooth into a cup of milk and reached up to feel my head. I was feeling a sort of trickling down my hair and sure enough the goose egg
on my head was bleeding. Oh well, the blood wasn't gushing and I thought it would be okay.
Fed the kids some lunch and took them home.
3:30 this afternoon I started to wonder again. This hole in my head was still seeping. It just wasn't closing over. Phoned the doctor and they suggested I come in and get it checked out. By now my teeth were starting to throb and I was looking forward to getting something done to them soon. Doctor cleaned the wound and decided it would probably need a stitch to keep it closed. No freezing he said in a sort of sympathetic but authoritative kind of way. "Alright, I agreed, I've had a few babies I should be okay." Let's just put it this way, on a pain scale of 1 to 10 where minimum pain is 1, maximum is 10 (and giving birth is 15) pulling that stitch tight enough for the knots to stay was somewhere in the 7 - 7.5 range.
After that I drove off to the dentist where Dr. E. gave much better news than I expected. No nerves seemed to be exposed, no extra fractures to the teeth, a bit of broken teeth inside the second tooth, but no root canals or crowns expected at this point. I was SO very, very thankful.
Lessons learned from today?
1) Mama Goose and I have a lot in common. I would attack anyone seeming to threaten my children as well.
2) Next time tell the doctor thinking about stitching my head, that I'm really a wuss and ask for a bandaid instead.
3) If the tooth thing ever happens again I'm supposed to rinse it clean and pop it in a safe and moist environment, my mouth. Especially the doc said, if it's one of my kids' teeth. Yup, he reaffirmed, your mouth is the best place for that chunk of tooth. Boy, I'm sure hoping I never have to go there. For their sakes and for mine!
4) Never again will I proudly display my teeth for the UFV dental assistant students. Not necessarily because I've learned a lesson in humility, but because I no longer have any "perfect teeth" claims to make.
That was a long post for a long story. Thanks to you if you stuck it out to now. And because you are usually a kind and caring audience, my teeth and my head are hurting more now than they have all day but the Tylenol is promising to make a difference. Hopefully a good night's sleep brings me back to perky in the morning. But first, I'm going to go try and sink my teeth into the blizzard Daniel brought over. Yum.... or ouch, we'll see.
My dear sister-in-law gave me permission to share this story she wrote on her blog, which happened on Thursday. It will likely provide some amusement, and hopefully some warning not to mess with a mother goose!
;DToday, a crazy story about me....again.
It really started yesterday when I went to get a cleaning, flouride and x-rays done at the UFV dental clinic. (For $10 - super duper and these girls clean every tooth to "glossy" because they're getting marked on it. Glossy was the word the instructor used to praise the dental assistant student who polished my teeth.) First the paperwork, "how are your teeth, any crowns, root canals etc?" "Nope", I proudly replied, "just my original teeth." "Beautiful teeth" was a compliment I heard from my pair of students and their instructors. I just couldn't help but feel a little good inside.
And then.
Today.
This morning I was babysitting for Bible Study when one of the moms came to tell me about some goslings that had been temporarily rescued on the church parking lot. I brought the kids to see them and they were delighted with their sweet peeping, and tiny fluffy bodies. I just never saw coming what these sweet little things would end up doing for my day!
After Bible Study was done the kind, soft hearted and gentle lady who had tried to prevent these little cuties from becoming road kill was still attemtping to shoo them to the back forty of the church parking lot so they could reunite with Mama Goose. I had seen the kids ooh and ahh and I couldn't stop myself from helping her with her most noble goal. She warned me that she had already nearly been attacked and so I accepted a SuperStore bucket to protect my legs from Mama's beak and used my sweater to wave and hopefully propel the goslings in the direction we were hoping they would go.
What I wasn't counting on was the direction which Mama Goose finally decided to attack from! Suddenly there she was, up in the air, zooming toward me like a Stealth fighter jet. I hadn't worn a mask and I really wanted to keep my eyes so I did what any self respecting human does in the face of a mad mama goose attack. I whipped around and ducked my head leaving the goose with my back side if she was still so inclined. Unfortunately what I had forgotten to take note of was the truck that was legitimately parked in the stall behind me. I came down, with speedy force, teeth first on the side of that little truck.
I lost a good half of my middle tooth and the next tooth to the right was missing a chunk off the bottom and pieces off the back up to my gums. I couldn't believe it! I had lost my teeth for some goslings. That aforementioned dear lady encouraged me to search for the missing teeth and thankfully I found the middle tooth.
What to do next? I headed to my Mom's because if I could get into the dentist right away I was needing a place to leave the kids. No, dentist said, we'll do it after hours, show up at 5:00. I was okay with that. I tossed the tooth into a cup of milk and reached up to feel my head. I was feeling a sort of trickling down my hair and sure enough the goose egg
on my head was bleeding. Oh well, the blood wasn't gushing and I thought it would be okay.Fed the kids some lunch and took them home.
3:30 this afternoon I started to wonder again. This hole in my head was still seeping. It just wasn't closing over. Phoned the doctor and they suggested I come in and get it checked out. By now my teeth were starting to throb and I was looking forward to getting something done to them soon. Doctor cleaned the wound and decided it would probably need a stitch to keep it closed. No freezing he said in a sort of sympathetic but authoritative kind of way. "Alright, I agreed, I've had a few babies I should be okay." Let's just put it this way, on a pain scale of 1 to 10 where minimum pain is 1, maximum is 10 (and giving birth is 15) pulling that stitch tight enough for the knots to stay was somewhere in the 7 - 7.5 range.
After that I drove off to the dentist where Dr. E. gave much better news than I expected. No nerves seemed to be exposed, no extra fractures to the teeth, a bit of broken teeth inside the second tooth, but no root canals or crowns expected at this point. I was SO very, very thankful.
Lessons learned from today?
1) Mama Goose and I have a lot in common. I would attack anyone seeming to threaten my children as well.
2) Next time tell the doctor thinking about stitching my head, that I'm really a wuss and ask for a bandaid instead.
3) If the tooth thing ever happens again I'm supposed to rinse it clean and pop it in a safe and moist environment, my mouth. Especially the doc said, if it's one of my kids' teeth. Yup, he reaffirmed, your mouth is the best place for that chunk of tooth. Boy, I'm sure hoping I never have to go there. For their sakes and for mine!
4) Never again will I proudly display my teeth for the UFV dental assistant students. Not necessarily because I've learned a lesson in humility, but because I no longer have any "perfect teeth" claims to make.
That was a long post for a long story. Thanks to you if you stuck it out to now. And because you are usually a kind and caring audience, my teeth and my head are hurting more now than they have all day but the Tylenol is promising to make a difference. Hopefully a good night's sleep brings me back to perky in the morning. But first, I'm going to go try and sink my teeth into the blizzard Daniel brought over.
Yum.... or ouch, we'll see.
