Recently I had this conversation with my son-in-law who prior to the conversation was in such terrible pain from a toothache (an upper molar), he pulled his tooth out. The after pain from his impromptu procedure was so severe he actually took a narcotic, which he never does. A little later as we’re sitting down to eat dinner, he picked up a grilled cheese sandwich (not just any grilled cheese, this was grilled sourdough with gruyere and brie cheese) and I said, “David, are you sure you want to eat that sandwich and not have some soup instead?”
He rolled his eyes as if I just questioned his manhood and responded, “Ma, I just pulled my own tooth out. I got this.”
I nodded and said, “I pulled out my own tooth once too.”
He smirked. “I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled at the same time.”
I shrugged and said, “So did I.” I took a sip of my water and continued, “With only Novocain.” I set the glass down and finished, “All four were impacted.”
He narrowed his eyes and said, “I’ve had a dozen shots all at once before I traveled to Asia.”
I snorted. “I’ve had cortisone shot directly into my thumb joint three times with no Lidocaine.”
David mimicked my snort (the brat). “I went head first through a plate glass window and survived.”
“I had three cesareans and survived.”
“I was ejected 23 feet from the cab of my truck on the freeway and survived.”
I sat back, smiled and said, “I survived William.”
David nodded and raised his glass, “Ok, you win.”
As if there was ever any doubt!
FYI, William is my youngest child who was, to put it mildly, the most challenging of the four.
What have you survived? Comment and I’ll randomly pick a survivor to win a $20 Amazon or BN gift certificate!