Losing Teeth = Crime Scene?

Losing teeth is a right of passage.  For most kids it's a mysterious, exciting time they can't wait to share with others.  We've experienced multiple different things when T loses teeth.  It's ranged from crying and sad to give a part of herself up to us actually not even knowing she lost a tooth because she pulled it in hiding, afraid she would be in trouble for doing so.  Whatever the thoughts going through her head, it never changes the obsessing over said loose tooth and the compulsion to GET THAT SHIT OUT.  People throw OCD around very loosely.  This is the real deal, 24/7, CAN.NOT.STOP. at any cost.    That in combination with her ridiculous pain threshold is seriously frightening. 

I was enjoying my lunch....was being the operative word here.  T was upstairs doing T things...i.e. messing with that damn tooth.  My back was to her so when she came downstairs and said, "I got it out!", I was completely unprepared for what I was about to turn around and see.  She had fists full of blood-soaked toilet paper and blood all over her face and arms....and I mean ALL OVER.  It was  running out of her mouth.  Blood doesn't bother me.  It's all that blood combined with knowing how that tooth was only slightly wiggly this morning.  When she opened her mouth it did NOT look like a simple loose tooth pull.  Blood was POURING out of the socket....again another clear indicator of how hard she worked to get it out.  *shudder*  So yeah, even though there was blood everywhere, it was the thought of what it took to get that sucker out that made lunch suddenly seem like a very bad idea.  T, on the other hand was nothing, but relieved to have rid herself of whatever misery leaving that tooth alone was causing her amazing, little brain.  After plenty of rinsing and ice, the bleeding finally stopped and without missing a beat T asked for a plate of nachos.  So while I will probably have nightmares about this, she's moved on to more important things like familiarizing herself with facts about the venomous snakes of the world.
   
*Edited to add...

T: You know when I pulled that tooth?  Yeah, I didn't expect that much blood.  I was like, WHOA that's A LOT of blood.  I sure hope I make more.

Comfort Aspie Style

One thing you know you can count on with T is no-nonsense, bottom line info. regardless of the situation.  She's not trying to be harsh, she just sees the facts and doesn't feel the need to cover them up in other frilly, feel-good statements.  For example, when I was getting ready to go in for knee surgery she put me in a bear hug, laughed maniacally, and said "I love you and I hope you don't die during surgery", then ran off.  It took a lot for her to express that and I know it came from the bottom of her little heart.  So her knowing I'm really worried about my Grandma was cause for another of those heart to heart talks.  She sat down, put her arm around my shoulders and said, "I know you're worried about Grandma M.  I'm worried too and I don't want her to die, but if she does we can always go back to her house and take more stuff.  Oh, and you can always type her name into ancestry.com and look at her information.  That will remind you of her."  And of course, she jumped up and ran off.  Again, I know that came from a deep place of love and that those were just the logical answers in her mind....we're sad, but here's how we feel better...end of story.  Thank you T, you turned my sadness and tears into fits of maniacal giggling I hope was worthy of you.