Whew! It’s been quite a week at Casa Del Average. (if only I had a nickel for every time I’ve said that….) Does the week still count as unusual and stressful if they are all that way? Do you get to say whew, what a week! if it’s been really easy and fun?
We started off the week with fever. First with Letty. Then with Carlos. Then we were a man down when J caught the kid germs. Typical and annoying, but stuff happens, right?
So last week, in our whew, what a week! last week Carlos fell while playing and cracked his tooth. Which meant he had to get a crown this week to hold the tooth together for a couple more years until it falls out (he is only 4). It was a big deal when he fell mostly because he bit through his lip, but the tooth didn’t really bother him except that I wouldn’t let him ride his bike or (heaven forbid!) play tackle football.
We went to get the tooth repaired, and the dentist gave him ‘a little something to take the edge off’. Thanks to a family allergy to Demerol, they gave him Versed. And I was warned that it sometimes causes “angry child” syndrome.
Angry Child ain’t got nothing on Carlos on Versed.
He did fine at the appointment, but as we were leaving he decided (because Versed erases your memory) that the toys he had picked from the prize box (for being such a good patient) were in fact bogus prizes because I had selected them, not him. This was totally false, by the way. He then proceeded to turn into a comic strip character (and not a nice one) where the mild-mannered boy turns into the evil villain. The evil STRONG villain. The sweet boy I know who can’t unhook his own seat belt was not only unlatching himself, he was launching himself into the front seat because he “wanted to rip my arm off”.
And I laughed. I did. It was so inappropriate, and so weird. The whole situation was absurd. He truly felt so angry at me (and the world in general). And his rage would alternate with tears at his mouth feeling strange and him wanting to snuggle. Then the claws would come out and he would throw himself at me again. J hypothesized it was his inner aggression at being the middle child peace-maker coming out.
Thank goodness Versed doesn’t stay in your system long. We were home about an hour when it finally wore off.
But you know what?
His tooth looks great.