A Tough Day for Meg

Today was the day that Meg was not looking forward to as she was scheduled to have eight teeth removed.  We left plenty early as the snow and sleet started well before 6 a.m. and all of the Fort Wayne schools were closed because of the weather.  It took about thirty minutes longer, but we made it to OSMA in plenty of time for Meg's surgery.

Meg was nervous as she hated being put to sleep the last time that she had surgery.  The loss of control freaked her out.  It was nice that we got to stay with Meg until she was almost completely under.  The surgery lasted about a half hour and it went very well.  We met her in the recovery room.  She was tired, but wanted to talk to us.  The gauze in her mouth made us feel like we were playing Speak Out.

It took Meg a little while to get going, but once they changed her gauze and got her to sit up she was ready to head home.  The rest of the day was a quiet one for her as she rested on the couch and watched Netflix and Disney movies.  She tried to eat so that she could take her medicine.  She was able to handle mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs and applesauce.  Grandma brought her a couple of shakes and a smoothie as well.  She kept the ice packs on her face most of the day.  The swelling and the pain weren't too bad.  It was the blood and the numbness in her mouth that bothered her the most.  Overall, the procedure went very well.

Doug drove us to Fort Wayne because of the weather.  I was very glad that he decided to do that as it was challenging getting there and then Meg got sick on the way back.  After he dropped us back at home, he then took Cam to school before heading to work.  Bethany had had a two hour delay this morning and Wawasee was closed today, so he didn't technically have to go to school, but this got him in for the last few classes of the day.  While Doug was on county road seventeen his tire light started blinking.  Within a mile the tire pressure was down to seventeen pounds.  He stopped to fill it, but barely made it to the next gas station before it had dropped to six pounds.  At that point he realized that he had to put the donut on instead.  By the time he called me to tell me what had happened, almost two hours had gone by since he left.  I felt terrible that he had to deal with this on such a busy day, but was so incredibly thankful that the tire got us to Fort Wayne and back today without incident.  Monteith ordered him a new one this afternoon, so hopefully the Pilot will be back and running tomorrow afternoon.