There’s a quote about worry that’s stuck with me (though the source hasn’t):
Worry is interest on a debt you may never owe.
Today I had my top two wisdom teeth extracted. The doctor was amazing. Did both teeth in about five minutes. I didn’t feel a thing and said, “That’s it?” Seriously. There was plenty of time filling out paperwork, waiting for the Novocaine to take effect, etc. but the procedure itself was quick and painless. Even the after effects have been mild. The bleeding stopped quickly. No swelling, and no pain, except for some mild soreness.
I’d heard some pretty nasty horror stories that could have caused me to worry. Complications with the extraction, severe pain when the Novocaine wore off, and fatigue. Fortunately, I was conscious enough to know that those were stories in my head. When they would show up, I’d simply remind myself, “Story.”
So this was my experience: Waiting room, peaceful. Operating room, peaceful. Surgical procedure, peaceful.
Now to apply this wonderfully experiential lesson to the uncertainty about my molar…
