Emmaline and Annelise

Emmaline and Annelise

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Loose Tooth

Even though I am a nurse, there are still things that really gross me out. Fractures are one of them, stitches are another. Then the other big thing that makes me feel weak just thinking about it is loose teeth. Annelise has her first loose tooth. She is absolutely obsessed with it. She knows that it makes me want to faint and puke, so she shows it to me every chance she gets. I think it goes back to my own experiences with loose teeth as a child. I never could stand the sight of my own blood and as you know, when a tooth is pulled, it bleeds quite a bit. But I think the worst thing was the sound it made to have a tooth pulled. I remember my mom pulling my teeth when they were loose and she always grabbed it with a paper towel- well that in itself made the noise of the paper towel on my tooth, like a squeaking noise. Then when the tooth came out it made a ripping noise and I am about to throw up just typing about it. One time, when my parents were having a party in the kitchen, I hid under an end table in the den and pulled my own tooth to avoid the dreaded paper towel. I ended up fainting under the end table, (which had a tablecloth on it) and I have no idea how long I was out before I came to again. Even when I was in high school and became an assistant at a dental practice, I fainted every time a patient had a tooth pulled. I would be standing there with the suction wand in their mouth at one moment, and the next I was in the floor, seeing stars and blackness. Needless to say, I didn't last very long at that job. I can handle just about everything else. I have been pooped on , vomited on, suctioned snot out of throats and tracheas, pulled blood clots out of gun shot wounds in someone's leg, packed gauze into a leg wound with smelly decaying flesh all in it. But please don't ask me to be present for a tooth pulling. Of course, I know it is going to be any day that Annelise's tooth comes out. I told her she has to wait until her Daddy is home to do it. I don't care if it is hanging on by a thread. Otherwise my children will be here unsupervised while I am in the floor unconscious. I know I need to get used to it- because my future holds many more teeth to come out with 2 kids! If anyone knows a good therapist for this, let me know!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's called Marshall Pickens.
-CF

Anonymous said...

You are a freak!!!

~C

Mommy Jess said...

Oh, yeah and the two of you are sooo normal. Mr. Spreadsheet Anal Retentive and Mrs. Can't Eat Thick Pieces of Meat on a Sandwich. And there are many, many more I could mention! Don't be makin' fun, cause the next blog may just be about how weird my friends are!! Hah-hah.-- J.

Anonymous said...

My my, the name calling.......I'm appauled Ms. Going to pass out in the shower because there is staples in my butt!!!

~C

Mommy Jess said...

At least I don't have some strange fantasy to suck on men's chins. Keep it up- I will win this one. You are WAY more weird than me.-- J.

Anonymous said...

I'm sure when we go to Charleston, I'll see your "freaky side". I know your a closet freak.

~C