Last Friday, I was attacked. Well, maybe I willingly sat down in the chair, but the next thing I knew, I was overcome with an insane urge to giggle and the next thing I knew...an hour of my life had disappeared, along with my wisdom teeth. It was kind of exciting to have my first IV line ever. (Maybe that displays the normal lack of excitement in my life, that I'm an avid nursing student, or that I've had a little too much practice being poked with needles...in an absolutely drug-free manner.)Don't expect to see a page about it in my scrapbook, though. Afterward, I was grateful John and I both had taken some ASL at BYU so I didn't feel too hindered in my communications by the massive amounts of gauze protruding from what I assume was my mouth; I was slightly too numb to be sure. However, no one's commented on rearragements of my body parts since then, so I'm sticking with the presumption that all limbs and normal attachments are in order. John commented that I was "a little silly" as we left, but I'm not sure if that was my true colors shining through, or simply more effects of nitrous oxide....also good. Thanks to the blessing of frozen fruit and vegetables, I was able to keep the swelling down for the next few days. I was a little concerned that I had bled on my floor, until I noticed it was more of a strawberry-bright redness. John and Mom were a little concerned about my continence one evening when I emerged from the bathroom and announced that "my peas leaked on me," of course referring to my bag of frozen peas used to soothe my face...the same bag I beat against the marble counter repeatedly in order to break up ice chuncks. They just don't make bags like they used to.
So here's the problem. How would I know if I lost wisdom? I remember deciding years ago that I defined wisdom as figuring out the Lord's will and making decisions according to that guide. Sonnet was given an owl picture from her PhD advisor man (Larry)because he considered her to be a wise student and worker. Anyway, I just wondered how others define wisdom, especially in comparison to official definitions.
Oh yes, and John would like to add "John is Awesome".
Have a wonderful day, everyone! Remember to make wise choices.
3 comments:
I'm sorry you were attacked! ;) Glad that you got those teeth out and seem to be the same wise Sue we know and love. :) Brittany seems to be lucky enough to have escaped ever having her wisdom teeth pulled as she doesn't appear to have any. Good thing too since her mandibular structures are too small to contain them. Miss you! And of course John is Awesome! :) *hugs* dani
I always remember Socrates' definition of wisdom--the guy who realizes he doesn't know stuff is the wise one. That has particular meaning for me right now considering I'll be starting to write prescriptions and orders in a few weeks. If I were arrogant enough to think I was wise enough to do so unchecked I would actually be extremely unwise. The same goes for lots of different situations. So, I think humility (of various kinds) is one kind of wisdom.
Personally, I always liked the translation Elder de Jager gave of the Book of Mormon cousel to "Be wise" which was "Don't do dumb things."
Soooo.... if you haven't started doing lots of dumb things since losing the teeth, I would say that you are not more foolish (or less wise) without them.
Give your sister with the extra initials around her name three poke for me, please =D
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