After 43 years, Matt finally had to give up his wisdom teeth. One had cracked and was causing pain, so he decided to have them all removed. I'm not sure which one of us was more nervous since I wasn't sure if I could be a good caretaker without passing out, but we got through it together.
He came out of surgery quite loopy and emotional (which made for some fun video!), but he slept most of the way home. We stopped to fill his prescriptions and I spoon fed him a vanilla milkshake in the CVS parking lot so he could take his pills.
Although nauseous and sleepy most of the day, he was great by dinner time. He ate mashed potatoes, yams and peas and was back to work the next morning!
