No More Wisdom For Me....Wsdom teeth that is
All this talk about widsom teeth around here got me to thinking about why they call them wisdom teeth. Not sure but it surely can't be because you get them around your 18th birthday. I know very few "wise" teenagers.
I remember when I was younger and reading about King Solomon and how God asked him what he wanted for his Kingdom and he asked for Wisdom. It seemed a very good request, in the will of God, so it was granted to him. So I too asked for that same request. I thought if it was a good request, one pleasing to God than I too wanted a dose of God's wisdom. I have moments when I feel as tho that's been granted and others when I certainly don't. I guess Solomon must have felt the same way when he wrote the end of his book Ecclesiates especially thinking of the 1,000 wives he married. What was he thinking?
Anyhow yesterday it came out. Yep my very last wisdom tooth. I went in very nervous. I was bathed in prayer, not only me praying for me but had lots of help surrounding me. I even got Pastor Irek and his wife from Poland on board. So I felt very protected....ya I know it's just a tooth, but for me this is major. I am a very healthy person with no ills and very little contact with doctors. I don't even do all that suff I'm supposed to do every year. Blah!
It turned out the tooth was a bit deeper than anticipated but all went well. Of course when Dr. Drew came in I was already starting to fly high on some stuff that nurse put over my nose. I almost blacked out and she had to turn it down. Anyway he came in, took my arm and said I had very good veins as he started the needle in me. He said it would take about 60 seconds to reach my brain. Wow! That's quick. He then started on the questions. How many miles did you run yesterday? How often do you run every week? That's about all I heard. I woke up with gauze in my mouth and very drugged.
The good Doc is taking good precautions giving me lots of meds including an antiobotic in case of infection. I'm swollen but just a wee bit right now. I guess my two bad days are tomorrow and Sunday, but today I'm feeling quite good. He told me not to be fooled tho so I'm precautious. So far I could be the miracle he said COULD happen but not likely he said. We'll see. I still believe in miracles.
So all day yesterday I was conked on the couch coming in and out. My good husband cared for me all day, making sure my meds were on time, my face was iced (20 minutes on-20 minutes off) all day and night. He also helped me change the gauze every hour that was drenched in blood. Ewwww! I couldn't really eat but did manage a half bowl of chicken soup provided to me by the Surgeon's Wife and a piece of soft cake I had made for my son the night before. Actually the cake was easier than the soup because I had more control on which side to keep it on. Can't do that with soup.
So overall it wasn't nearly as bad as I dreaded. Nothing like I expected. Having heard so many horror stories I wasn't sure. So while I was sitting in the chair awaiting the Doc, I kept a song going in my head by Charles Billingsly called "Settle Me Now." It really helped me.
Today is a gorgeous day and I think I'm going to go get that Erma Bombeck book and take advantage. I have a lawn chair calling my name.