Ice-Cream, Pudding, Jello

Milk teeth of a nine year old boy, showing too...

Well today was the day, the day I took Al to the dentist to see if he was going to go to the hospital for admittance with his two teeth.

I met Al and the driver of the facility and we went inside to wait his turn to have his name called. We waited for too long in my opinion, as Al told me over and over he wanted his achy teeth pulled and he didn’t understand why they wanted hm to wait.

Finally, his name was called and we went into the little cubicle. I love the dentist that works with Al. He is gentle with Al in emotions, words and actions. The nurse took his blood pressure and it was pretty good for him being nervous. His tremors were acting up, and his fingers looked puffy, but no one at the facility has said anything about this to me.

The dentist came in and he said he had been rereading Al’s paper work for a few days and trying to come to the perfect solution. He said it was tough, because these teeth were bad, but so was his Parkinson’s.

He said that he had given it much thought, and he thought the IV sedation was too risky here in the office, and he thought the hospitalization was even riskier, so he wanted to numb his gums and pull the two teeth here, using no sleep medications. He thought the least risk was the best way for Al’s heart.

So in a few minutes, Al’s mouth was numb and the two teeth were out. His blood pressure did not drop, the heart remained as good as it was when he walked in the front door. He made the right decision.

What was better yet now that the breathing from me was going back to normal, was the dentist’s remarks to Al: For the rest of the day, I want you to eat only ice-cream, jello, and pudding.

Let me tell you, with Al’s mouth stuffed with gauze, and a bit of blood, Al gave me the biggest smile ever, ice-cream and pudding and jello!

The driver took him back to the facility when all was safe in his mouth, and I went to Al’s favorite restaurant and had some lunch alone. I kept glancing to my side to ask Al if his lunch was good, but the seat was  empty.