Wisdom and Vicodin

I woke up Thurs­day morn­ing before my alarm clock went off. This is always a sign of excite­ment or anx­i­ety. I soon real­ized by the uncom­fort­able but­ter­flies in my stom­ach that it was anx­i­ety. An upset stom­ach is my body’s nat­ural response to fear or anx­i­ety; it’s been like this since PBJ and Chee­tos Puffs were my daily diet. Though I wanted to stay in bed and hide under the cov­ers, I pulled myself out and walked to the bath­room to shower so that I was “so fresh and so clean, clean” – I didn’t want peo­ple talk­ing about me while I was passed out on the surgery table. As soapy suds filled my eyes and wor­ried thoughts filled my mind, I stopped and said a prayer. I told God I trust Him with my life.

I hes­i­tantly walked into the den­tist office and made my way to the front desk to fill out the paper­work. Vitaliy stood by my side and gave me his look of reas­sur­ance. He asked me how I was feel­ing and more impor­tantly was I trust­ing God. I assured him that I felt the Lord was pro­tect­ing me and going to help me through it but that my stom­ach felt some­thing entirely dif­fer­ent. I under­stood it didn’t make sense, but my stom­ach some­times takes on a life of its own.

Thank­fully, I didn’t have much time to think more as they swept me off into the surgery room and put me to sleep. I would have rolled over and curled up in a ball, snug­gled in the warm cover they gave me, but I was asleep too fast. And in what felt like 15 min­utes, I was awake with Vitaliy next to me lis­ten­ing to the nurse’s instruc­tions for recov­ery. Between the nurse and friends, I was pre­scribed three things: smooth­ies, frozen peas, and Vicodin. I have become a reg­u­lar at Jamba Juice and have con­sid­ered fak­ing pain so that I can con­tinue to eat frozen yogurt and choco­late shakes for another week. The frozen pea’s flex­i­bil­ity was def­i­nitely cru­cial for icing my chip­munk cheek. How­ever, I am proud to say that I have not needed the Vicodin at all. It really has not been as bad as I thought it would be. And as it turns out, my hus­band was right, spend­ing the day at the beach is all you really need to recover from hav­ing your wis­dom teeth taken out.

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Doc­tor recommended.

Vitaliy rec­om­mended.