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Friday, May 13, 2011

"Friday Night Frolic" - En Pointe

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"They put the mask on me and Dr. T asked if I felt floaty and I said No, then he said to the nurse 'Ok, take it to three', and he asked me again if I felt floaty, and I said No, not really, so he said, 'Alright take it to four,' and then I felt floaty. I was so happy I laughed, and he went in with the tools and I kept laughing non-stop. 

I closed my eyes and saw Katy Perry sitting on a light-pink cloud in a blue sky filled with pink puffy clouds, and Katy said, with a thumbs up, 'You got it, Girl,' and then I saw Snoop Dogg right next to her and I laughed again. Could you hear me? I think I was pretty loud. Dr. T. asked, 'Are you doing alright, Princess?' and I gave him a thumbs up and he pulled and pulled and that’s when I moaned. Did you hear me moan, Mom? a great big mwaaahhh. That hurt. Even with the gas it hurt.

Gauze was jammed in my mouth and they could hardly understand me shouting for you. But they told me not to worry, that you'd be right in after we were done. And when it was over they took me out and put me in a little room, that recovery room, and there you were.

Wait, were you already in the room before I got in, or did you come in after? I can’t remember. Oh God my cheeks hurt. I think the doctor did some kind of magic trick at the end and the nurses laughed, but I didn’t think it was that funny, whatever it was. 

I think nitrous oxide might be addictive, Mom. I like that floaty feeling. And Katy Perry giving me a thumbs up on a pink cloud. Yeah."


And this, she said, in one easy glissade, rolling from her dry, plasma-stained lips as if she had her tutu and Capezios on, ready for the ballet.

One thing is for certain. It takes no special effort to extract words from my daughter's mouth. Pulling teeth is another matter. Visions of a naked Katy Perry hugging the cotton candy cloud of her California Gurls video is ever so more disconcerting.

Once we were home my only desire was to quickly help Lulu forget about the quadruple extraction and Perry. I was prepared with my own magic trick: strawberry ice cream and a young, authentic chanteuseKimbra


And it worked. By her response to the enchanting, emotive twenty year old's music, I know the little one is soon to outgrow Perrylikely before the dramatic eruption of her adult molars. I pray.

In any event, do you think I should be concerned by the extent to which Lulu enjoyed her nitrous oxide gas moment?


Hmm... Maybe I ought to give N2O a whirl.