I was supposed to have a three-day temp assignment this week, but finished all the work they had in the office on Monday so it became a one-day assignment. Feeling unemployed and worrying about cash flow.

Need to leave in twenty minutes to take Tom to have his wisdom teeth out. I feel so guilty and sad to be taking him out of the house bright and breezy and knowing that in a few hours when we come back he'll be swollen and in horrible pain. I don't want to tell him all about how awful it is to have wisdom teeth out, because that's cruel, but he clearly doesn't understand how much it's going to hurt. Having had mine done already, I do. He knows that he'll have to have pureed food and will look like a hamster etc but he still doesn't fully get it. His main stress is about the sedation, which does sound a bit creepy - when I had mine done they knocked me out, but apparently now you get 'intravenous conscious sedation' where you are sort of between conscious and unconscious. Considering that Tom hates the moment between being awake and being asleep because it makes him think of dying (what can I say, we're a pair) I can't imagine this will prove popular.

When Lauren had her wisdom teeth out I was home in South Africa and only had to deal with the situation via IM, and that was harrowing enough! It's so stressful when people you love are in pain even if for a benign and non-medically threatening reason such as tooth removal. I can't imagine having children and having to deal with them feeling sick and in pain.