How is that for the most random title ever. Although after being on the receiving end of the bone graft, I pray this is the last time – ever.
I missed writing about two HUGE happenings as I was too medicated to post anything. I was too medicated to do much more than drool as my head bobbed onto my chest — makes that little double chin a nice feature as it holds you up a bit.
On August 10th, my baby girl began the first day of her last year of school. She’s a senior! When did this happen and someone tell me why it happens so very fast. As I thought about her last year of school I realized that just yesterday – or six years ago – her sister began her last day of school. I’ve spent the last 19 years sending a child off to her first day of school. That’s 19 back-to-school shopping trips, school supplies, and meet the teacher days.
While 19 years is a long time, it flew by and I’m going to miss it next year. So to keep the angst of my baby being a senior at bay, I decided the first day of school would be a fine time to have a bone graft. Who ever thought this was a good idea? Oh, right, it was me.
I sent my baby girl out the door for her VERY LAST FIRST DAY of school. My VERY LAST FIRST DAY of school as a Mom. I was more than a little emotional. To top it off baby girl refused to pose for pictures – something about wanting to be on time and senior year is no big deal. Maybe not to her, but it’s huge to her over emotional Mom.
As I watched her back drive off to her VERY LAST FIRST DAY of school, I scooped up my emotions, tabled all my angst and headed out to have my jaw cut open and a dead person’s bone dust added to my minimal jaw. Apparently, I have a super skinny jawbone.
Of all the things to be skinny – my jawbone? Really.
After about two hours of sawing, drilling and yanking, I was finished and we headed home – my sweet hubby, me and my puffy face (with the extra jaw bone). I proceeded to spend the next four days on the couch medicated as my face swelled. I started thinking that my skinny jawbone wasn’t taking too kindly to the dead person bone dust, but it’s settled down and we’re all getting along just fine.
And yes, I know it’s called donor bone, but seriously, who do you think is donating? Live people? No, it’s from cadavers aka dead people. I’m good with it. I even asked the oral surgeon if I could request a certain type of bone donor. He looked at me, paused a moment like maybe he’d never heard that question and said ‘No.’ Then scribbled something on my chart. How often do you get donor parts? I just thought I might be able to pick up some talent –singing, drawing, painting, fancy doodling. Seems that isn’t how the donor thing works.
What if you could add a donor talent? What would you choose?
Oh, without a doubt, I would sing…like my friend, Kristin. I think in heaven, surely, God will allow me to have a decent singing voice. Flitter, I’d be happy with even a mediocre singing voice.
Glad you and your dead person are getting along well.