Monday, August 13, 2012

Friday, July 13th, 2012

Remember July? Well, there was another Friday the 13th in July 2012. I have determined to document all of my Friday-the-13ths since they are always such extraordinary and lucky days. So here was the one last month:

It might not have been so fun (or lucky!) for my sixteen-year-old son, Lucas, who got his wisdom teeth out that day. 

Here's Lucas on his 16th birthday (last May) with his grandma and me. Isn't he cute?
Lucas Isaac Gamboa

6''2", 185 lbs, Taurus, auburn hair, brown eyes, favorite color: blue, favorite food: In n Out double-double, favorite past time:  playing mindless video games.

I have found (from observing all six of my children plus my own experience) that when a person is still under the influence of  drugs after having had their wisdom teeth removed, they are either very happy and silly, or else the complete opposite--angry and belligerent. Lucas was the latter. This is really funny because he is generally very relaxed, easy-going, and not easily agitated.

However, the drugs made him sort of grumpy. Here's a pic of him right after the surgery:


And here's a little clip of him while I try to coax him to wake up and open his eyes. I was instructed to do this by the nurse...just so you know I wasn't trying to be mean (despite what Lucas may think).




I suppose this isn't that exciting. But if you know or are related to Lucas, it's somewhat entertaining.

Anyway, we stopped at Juice It Up and got his free smoothie while he grumbled at me the whole time. He got really upset and slammed his hand on the dashboard of the car when he realized that it was 9:00. (I don't know why--it wasn't like he had something else to do.)  He complained that the nurses were lying and didn't know what they were talking about when I told him what we had been instructed to do. ("How do they know? They're lying!") And when we got to the smoothie place, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground while trying to walk, so I made him wait in the car. (He is pretty big, and I there was no way I could catch him if he went all the way down.) That really ticked him off, as he mentions in the next video. He was just belligerent, which was also funny because he asked me what belligerent means and got angry when I didn't define it for him right away. ("I'll look it up if you don't tell me!" he slurred as his drugged fingers fumbled with his cell phone.)

So here he is after the drugs had worn down a bit, we sat at the kitchen table, he drank his smoothie, and began telling me what he remembered about the oral surgery:

I cut off the video because I was afraid he was going to choke on his pills.

Anyway, this story has a happy ending because he slept all day, swelled up a little (ok, a LOT), ate lots of scrambled eggs, pudding, and ice cream, and healed up just fine. Here's a pic of the puffy cheeks:
It's not really that puffy, but he sure did not want me to take a picture. And I doubt he wanted it posted on my blog either, so this may be a temporary post!

Anyway, it was a memorable Friday the 13th, although not so much for Lucas because he doesn't remember much of it at all. But thanks to pics, video, and of course, this blog, it is now documented forever. I love you, Luc!!