Jarrod's teeth extraction went fine yesterday, it was over relatively quickly too. He spent most of the day on the couch or in the recliner, and was in a decent amount of pain when the pain meds wore off nearing the next dose. Today the pain is better, but right now he's not feeling well.
It occurred to me the role reversal, and I found it kind of strange. I'm always the one who needs to be taken care of, and he's always been the caretaker and supporter. Not the other way around. They came and got me and I walked back to the recovery area. He was sitting there, eyes closed, puffy, still waking up from the anesthesia. This is the first time I've been the one sitting with the person waking up, not being the one waking up. It struck me. Jarrod has been blessed to never have needed surgery before now, never been put under, never needed pain meds; he's never experienced any of that, and if you are like him consider yourself fortunate as well. For me, it's all just old hat. I've needed to be put under a few times for various reasons, or even back when I was a kid and used to get a special, long IV catheter, they would give me a little Versed to relax me and make me sleepy.
So I took care of him yesterday, and am insisting on him getting plenty of rest today too. They said the more rest you get now, the better everything will be later.
It's raining now, and the weather is supposed to be nasty today with mixes of rain, sleet, and snow. So it's a good day to stay inside, chill out, watch Mad Men, and sleep.
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