The boys left the oral surgeon’s dopey, which I’m told was quite humorous, and had tomato soup for lunch once they got home, and then promptly fell asleep.
Around 3 or so, #2 woke up and started in with the shakes. These weren’t “shiver shakes”, but more of an “entire-body violently trembling shakes”. After the shakes stopped, so did his breathing, and we would have to shake him into starting to breath after every episode of the shakes (4 to 6 an hour). So off to the ER we went… and stayed for the next 6 hours while #2 continued to come down off the IV drugs used to put him out for the surgery.
To say I was scared would be the understatement of the century. #2’s girlfriend was still here with him, and I am not sure how I would have gotten him to the ER without her.
He finally got released to go home (I was thinking for the first 4 hours that they would keep him over night) around 11 or so.
I just want to go on record here by saying that I hope to never go through something like that again. Ever.