Last Wednesday Courtney went in for some dental sugery... lots of it. 4 crowns and several fillings to be exact. And she. was. HYSTERIC. Balistic even. Screaming bloody murder til she turned purple. (She gets her love of doctors from her mother.) After about 20 minutes of this, they brought in "Happy Purple Juice" as I call it.
Ah, Happy Purple Juice. How I love you. How I wish you came in bulk at the grocery store, I would buy you up in a second!
She went from a murderous little purple and red blotchy monster to not a care in the world. She even embraced the little stuffed pig they gave her instead of trying to rip it's head off.
And here's Alex, looking like he'd been sucking on the left overs of the purple juice cup. Duuuhh....
After she was 90% knocked out from the purple juice, they rolled her away, gave her the gas (does that not sound like an animal shelter where they put animals down?), and then popped in the IV and went to town. An hour later we went back to see her and take her home. She was not happy. At all. She cried and screeched and hollered and screamed the entire way home. 50 minutes.
Oh purple juice, where are you when I need you?
It's been a week of recovery and so far all she complains about is sore gums when brushing where the crowns are.
SO happy that's all over and done with!
1 comment:
How horrible! That whole thing sounds very traumatic. If you ever find some of that purple juice at the store, send some this way. I think I'll take it myself.
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