So I’ve been gone for a while. Courtney had her wisdom teeth pulled last week, and I say that as if that should explain the long absence. Sadly, it does.
See, Courtney never does medical small. This is the woman who, after Katherine was born, decided that she didn’t have nearly enough attention and had to go to the ER ten days later with a condition that afflicts less than one person in about two million births. This is the woman who decided to do the same thing after Myron was born (ask me if lightning strikes twice). So after having her wisdom teeth pulled, she went after another rare medical anomaly.
While infections themselves are relatively common after having your wisdom teeth removed, the manner of Courtney’s infection was unusual. Instead of affecting the immediate area, it spread to her soft pallet and slowly started closing her airway. When we got to the doctor Tuesday afternoon (after a long 4th weekend with everyone off work) she could not speak, could not swallow, had not eaten anything in two days, was dehydrated, and was having problems breathing. The doctor took one look in Courtney’s mouth and immediately ordered surgery to drain the infection.
Less than an hour later, Courtney went in for surgery. Fortunately, some good friends took the kids (thanks NSG!), allowing me to stay with Courtney the entire time. The good news is, of course, that all appears well. We have a follow up this afternoon to check and make sure the infection is really going away. The bad news is that those are some of the most expensive wisdom teeth I’ve ever seen.
During one of those moments of semi-consciousness when she was coming out of anesthetic, I mentioned that the three most expensive things I’ve ever bought her were two post-birth operations and removing her wisdom teeth. She was just lucid enough to give me that look.
In all seriousness though, I had the distinct thought in the middle of the night lying in a horribly uncomfortable recliner, trying to sleep, and struggling to ignore the constant beeping and whining of the medical instruments that without the gospel and the associations that brings, this would have been a truly awful experience. Who would have watched the kids? Who would have called almost non-stop offering constant support and offers of help? Who would have visited? Who would have blessed my wife?
The silver lining to this experience will always be the knowledge that a legion of people care about us. One of the most interesting stories in the Bible to me has always been the man Christ healed of having a foul spirit. When Jesus asked the name of the spirit, it responded, “We are Legion, for we are many.” When I was a kid, that used to always frighten me for the simple thought of how could a single person battle and win against a legion? Of course, Christ is greater than such power and, truly, so are we for a host of reasons. These last few days remind me, though, that we too can be Legion in our resolve, unity, and faith.
Having Legion–in the form of family, friends, and ward members–on our side was surely a great comfort and assistance.