I keep saying this:
If you do something without knowing the risks involved, but knowing the possibility of risks nonetheless, that's crazy.
And consequently
If you do something even if you know the risks involved, that's fucking stupid.
A while back, something I took to be crazy turned out to be something really fucking stupid. To summarize what happened, I will give you the moral of the story:
If you want a new and clarified definition of pain, have your impacted wisdom tooth extracted.
I tell you, all the anaesthesia in the world could not have kept me from wincing in pain a few hours back. And even if that sedative worked, you'll be begging for a tylenol or, say, five when the stuff wears out.
Unfortunately, I just learned that you can't capture and save x-ray negatives with your handy dandy scanner. But I can describe the picture of the impacted wisdom tooth in one word: PERPENDICULAR. Or the opposite of parallel. In other words, my wisdom tooth was going horizontal while the rest were vertical... Shall we pause while you imagine?.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Yeah. Ouch is right. It hurt and still hurts so much you'd want to place it in your resume. No, really. I feel this should be an initiation to something.
And no, I'm not exaggerating. I'd reserve that bull for my customers. And thanks to my coach, bless him, I wouldn't be talking to any till next week. The pain makes me understand why my dentist requested FIVE days for recovery. And now my face looks like a unproportional squash - skinny on one side, bloated to the other. Yech.
But don't get me wrong, this opens me up to many opportunities. The dentist says I should be on a soft diet. Now, I think to myself, would be the chance to catch up with what's new in the instant noodle industry! And so far, i can say that Instant Lomi is just shrimp flavored enlarged noodles (too much soup! Souuuup!) and Nissin's still tastes good when cooked dormitory style(with water from an airpot).
And for the record, having your mouth all stitched up is weird.
There's something I regret, though. The Bible says for all of us to confess our faults to each other, so I'm doing it now. And that's the thing right there. When I'm on the job, there's always some fear, anxiety, or just something I'd have to overcome before I actually start a shift. I'd usually read some verses and pray before I go to work. Now that I don't have work, I find myself basking in freedom in the wrong way, without giving any regard to that Higher Authority that provided my leave in the first place. THE Higher Authority. The REAL guy who knows if you've been naughty or nice.
The more I sin, the farther I feel from Him. And trust me, I've been very bad in that context lately, at a time where I had the opportunity to get closer.
You know something else? I only started thinking about this when I checked my work mail. Seems like things aren't going too good for the site, and it looks like we're forced to render some overtime, meaning my vacation would be cut short by a shift on Sunday starting at 6 in the morning.
Reading the details of that mandatory overtime schedule hit me the same way Kieffer Sutherland scared Colin Farrell with the sound of the cocking of a rifle in Phone Booth.
And how do I react? By thinking of ending this blog for now, and doing some remedial and more mandatory Bible readin'... with some instant arroz caldo. It's the only way I'm getting peace of mind now.
Funny. I had my wisdom tooth extracted, but why do I feel wiser now?
Suddenly that voice in the back of my head reminded me of something from the Bible:
"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom."
Touche. How's that for an opportunity?