meanwhile, july 10th bryan went to california for what was supposed to be a two week trip, then one week in oregon, then back to virginia. he ended up being in oregon until august 28th. the whole time he was in pretty frequent nagging pain, but managed to ignore it most days.

somewhere around the mid part of august i started telling him he needed to call the oral surgeon and reschedule his appointment so they didn't charge us for bailing on them. he started saying that yes, he would absolutely get right on that. what i failed to remember at the time is that "yes, i'll get right on that" means "HA! yeah, right. like i'll actually remember you said anything as soon as we hang up the phone".

i finally broke down and called the dentist to ask for the number of the oral surgeon to which they had referred my loving husband. when i called the oral surgeon they had no records of him ever making an appointment at all. none. he didn't exist as far as they were concerned. so either they had a pretty serious computer glitch, or he totally blew me off the first time, and never even made the appointment in the first place.

i went ahead and made him an appointment for september 12th. the problem is that because he needed more than 2 teeth pulled, he couldn't just go in and get it done. he had to have a consultation first. so i made an appointment for his consultation, and began reminding him daily.

by the time he got back from oregon he was in near constant pain. september 12th couldn't come soon enough.

this weekend was our anniversary. we decided to get some movies and hang out at the house, snuggling and being mushy, which we did, each enjoying our own personal box of raisinettes because, seriously, we'd growl like dogs if we had to share them. *drool*

mere minutes later my love was in serious pain. like, omgi'mgonnadie kinda pain. debilitating, nausea inducing, screaming pain. and of course it was sunday night, on a 3-day weekend so nobody was open. he took two hydrocodone's, ibuprophen, and a sleeping pill, washed his mouth out several times, brushed his teeth and was finally able to pass out from exhaustion around 3 or 4 am monday. thankfully he slept for most of the rest of the day.

first thing yesterday i called the oral surgeon and asked if there was any way at all they could see him sooner, and thankfully they were able to get him in in less than an hour. after the appointment bryan called to inform me that he had surgery scheduled for 8:30 am the next day (today). the dr had said that he could actually see the exposed nerves in two of bryan's teeth. i can only imagine how horrible that must feel.

bright and early we took my sweet to get those nasty teeth yanked out. 45 minutes after they called him back they called me back because they were done. all those months of agony, over in 45 minutes. they had knocked him most of the way out during the surgery, so he was still a little groggy, but not bad. after a little rest to wake up, i took him home, dropped him off and ran out to get his prescriptions and gatorade for him, dropped off all his stuff, then went to work.

and if i had thought about it last night, i could have taken my brand new laptop home with me, and worked from there, rather than having to leave bryan to be tended by his mom. i'm an idiot.