Tuesday, I took Jason to the oral surgeon’s to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled. The surgery itself took about 45 minutes. It turned out there was a lot of infection back there, and as the doctor put it “it was messy”. The anesthesia made Jason really funny, and he took direction very well, which was nice for a bit.
However, the bleeding didn’t stop the way it should have. After a few hours of constant, continuous, copious bleeding, I called the doctor’s office again, and they had us go back in. They gave him two more stitches, and Jason finally clotted, after losing about 2 pints of blood.
We came home, and I got Jason to drink a bit of milkshake, and managed to keep him conscious until the fear of actually losing him passed.
He’s still incredibly weak and tired – mostly due to the blood loss.
– My wife’s account of it
The oral surgeon wasn’t aware of how much blood was lost, neither myself or my wife were in any condition to think clearly Tuesday. I should have received a transfusion.
Nearly a week later and even though my mouth is doing fine, I’m quite low on red blood cells. Made it into the office today (wife drove) and am leaving early because the room is spinning nearly nonstop and I’m fighting to stay conscious. Going to try to see a doc today/tomorrow … maybe I’ll get some blood. If not, give me a blinkin’ straw and I”ll do it myself… Who’s A Positive around here?