Yesterday was Olive’s big dental procedure. I didn’t realize how much stress I was holding about it until we were finally taking him home and I just couldn’t stop talking in the car. I was so afraid he’d need some teeth pulled, that the price would skyrocket, that aftercare would be awful. I was also so incredibly scared that he just would not wake up from the anesthesia. Anesthesia is fucking terrifying and wigs me out so much.

But nothing bad happened and everyone at the vet adored him! Hell, the cardiologist last month was like “can I just say something? This cat rocks!” when he cleared Olive’s heart for the anesthesia. Everyone loves this cat.

I could just feel the immense weight of the stress lift as we drove home with him, awake and fine, if still a bit woozy from the anesthesia.

Logically I should have realized chances are extremely good that he’d at least wake up fine because they do these procedures all the time with low issue rates. Him keeping all his teeth is a legit surprise though.

But even if he had some pulled, that’s not the end of the world. It would be better to pull any teeth that needed to go, it would improve his life! So, this stress just kinda felt, looking back, completely overblown?

I really need to talk to my therapist about stress management techniques. It’s normal to have some stress about my baby going through a procedure, but I feel like my stress was orders of magnitude larger than it needed to be.. I’ve always been this way. I’m not really a relaxed person in any sense :\