Dylan had dental surgery today. He had oral sedation, instead of nitrous, which is seriously screwing with his memory. Not unlike a stroke patient. It was assumed I’d stay with him during the procedure, which was fine, I rubbed his feet. Probably for the best, since he would otherwise have little idea of what happened. Since it was worse than anticipated, I’d have been outside worrying about how long it was going. Done that enough times already, every surgery has been worse than expected.
They helped me get him to the car. A little hairy getting him into the house, but all is well, if a bit muzzy.
He’s dozed to The IT Crowd all afternoon. Slowly coming around. The cats nearby.
UPDATE:He’s doing much better this morning, short term memory returned. Minimal pain, done bleedin’, still on soft foods this week or more.
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Good to hear that a night's sleep (plus The IT Crowd of course!) helped. He gets to do as much moping as he wants in my opinion. Dental stuff is hard to get through.
I wouldn’t say moping. Achy, unwell, tired.
Oh, get well soon, Dylan. The memory loss must have been unnerving. How lovely to have someone to rub your feet during it all.
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He doesn’t remember. He asked if he’d already had some of the cole slaw, today. I said yes.
He said,”I’ll have to believe you.”
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