I was in the mood to write a comedy chapter and this was one of my funny ideas (or, more accurately, I think it's funny).
Photo #110: Twin Teeth
Eadlyn views the next photo and instantly regrets looking at it. If only someone else was here beside her to tell her not to look (even though reverse psychology would argue that she'd end up looking out of temptation, Eadlyn likes to believe her will-power is strong enough to resist peeking). But now, she has seen the photo and she can never unsee it. All the traumatic memories of the aftermath hit her all at once and she's overwhelmed.
At least she and Ahren look peaceful in their sleep. That was the only time they would be at ease in the aftermath of their wisdom teeth extraction. Eadlyn didn't want to get hers removed even though her mouth wanted them out, but when Ahren had the same problem, they agreed to go through it as a team.
Which they regretted afterwards.
But at least they got to sleep in a makeshift bed in the Newsome Library full of blankets and pillows and got to eat a lot of soft foods. It got to the point where she wanted to puke every time she saw mush, but she survived.
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A slow and soft knock raps on the door of the Newsome Library. When the door quietly opens, both Maxon and America peek their heads through to see how their twins are doing post-extraction. Both of them look up at their parents, feeling tired and loopy from all the pain medications. It's better than when both of them were in extreme pain once the anesthesia wore off: all Ahren wanted was help from his mom and Eadlyn from her dad. They couldn't lie down or walk around without crying to themselves in agony and as a parent, nothing hurt more than seeing their kids experience this kind of pain.
At least now, the twins seemed relaxed with put Maxon and America at ease.
"It was easier when they were teething at the same time," Maxon whispers to America.
"Don't remind me of those days," America responds sharply before smiling at their kids. "Hi, babies, how are you two doing?"
Ahren and Eadlyn both look at their parents with the most fatigued blank faces they could ever make. Their faces are swollen and hurt when they get touched, and that was only on the outside. The inside of their mouths were completely other bloody horror stories they don't even want to dive into.
"My head feels heavier even though I had four teeth removed," Ahren tells them, managing to talk through the gauze in his mouth.
Eadlyn nods her head in agreement. "I don't understand the physics of teeth."
"We'll get you two something to eat shortly," Maxon says, closing the door on his way out.
Outside the Newsome Library, Maxon and America look nearby to see Kaden and Osten playing with some extra gauze that was meant for the twins. The two younger boys have found an alternative use for the medical material. They wrapped the bandages around their arms, legs, and torso to look like mummies and now they were mimicking the creatures. Maxon and America can't help but smile at them, laughing to themselves.
When they start to fake attack their parents as mummies, they play along by falling on their knees and fake screaming some suffering as their songs topple on top of them. Eventually, Maxon picks up Osten and readjusts his mummy bandages.
"Can I go under laughing gas?" Osten asks.
"Absolutely not," America says, astounded that he even asked that question. She does know that the question originated from when he saw the twins all loopy post-extraction. They were at another level of a high-high that Osten wanted to experience.
"But I want to be able to eat soup, mashed potatoes, and apple sauce."
"Maybe when you're older." America smiles at him. "You can still eat those foods without having gone through a dose of laughing gas."
Osten pouts. "It's not the same."
America mimics his pout as she grabs him in a tight hug.
"I've been reading on some freaky side effects of wisdom teeth extraction surgeries gone wrong," Kaden tells them.
"You really shouldn't," Maxon tells him.
"Your teeth could shift around because of the holes in your mouth!" Kaden exclaims. "Or sometimes you get a little too loopy from the laughing gas and you enter a mad hysteria!"
Osten's jaw drops. "I want a mad hysteria, whatever that means!"
"You really don't," America says, shaking her head. She claps her hands together to get her boys' attention. "How about we get ready for dinner?"
"What are we having?"
"You're not having mashed potatoes." America pats Osten's head. "You'll have to eat all your brussel sprouts."
Osten crosses his arms. "That's not fair."
America kisses his cheek. "Yeah, it is."
No, it's really not fair.
Have any of you guys gotten your wisdom teeth extracted? Most of my friends have. My former dentists tried to make me remove them, but they were fine the way they were so what's the point.
