the bi-annual cleaning of ben’s teeth occurred today.
why bi-annual you ask?
because when ben goes for a teeth cleaning, an anesthesiologist is required to make this magic happen. and he happens to have my teeth, which means he is missing enough to make gaps that insure no plague will build up anytime soon which allows more time in between cleanings. yay for genetically bad teeth.
as with all trips down la la land lane, ben needed more help than the average size individual. the nice doctor felt that one valium would be enough to put him in a calm, dazed state in which one can easily manipulate him.
“this dude needs a lot.” the doctor said. “is he done growing?”
unfortunately for ben, the underestimation of valium led to the definite estimation of a shot right into his arm to take him out.
“whoa!” ben started when the inkling of realization dawned on him that the shot was indeed intended for his body.
the following quotes were heard by my daughter, who was sitting in the waiting room waiting, which is a rather prudent use of a waiting room.
“i wish, i wish……..this is going to be massive…….i wish.” ben kept saying. i don’t know if he thought the shot was going to be massive or his wish was going to be massive.
“HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!”
with the valium, shot, and happy gas going, ben was still able to put up a fight when the actual i.v. was going in and he was still able to read the movie list and pick a movie to watch. poor thing did not know that in 5 minutes he was about to be knocked forcefully by heavy duty drugs into la la land.
“this is a strong kid.” the dr. said while trying to hold ben’s arm, and this was ben in slow-mo.
on the upside of the whole la la land adventure, ticket for one, ben did not once call me ursula mom.