So today’s discussion was about a
toothache, huh? Is it a funny coincidence, or did you do this on purpose, Shap?
I am recovering from wisdom teeth surgery so do you expect me to be biased?
Perhaps I can speak from personal experience.
I b*tched and moaned all weekend.
I whimpered every time someone touched my face. I actually think I passed out from pain once
because my mother forgot to retrieve my Vicodin prescription from the pharmacy
after the anesthetic wore away.
And you know what? I am going to
have to side with the mouse under the floorboards on this one. I enjoyed it.
Hear me out before you call me a masochist…
My father is a physician, so
getting sympathy from him whenever I have any sort of bodily ailment is
virtually impossible. My mother is somewhat the same. Though it is true that I
am lucky to have never been subject to cancer, or a gunshot wound, or a flesh
eating virus, it is a little discouraging when they tell me I am going to be
fine and to stop whining about it.
And I admit they’re usually right
(except for my heart condition, I got them with that one). But I had always
envied the kids who were cooed and cared for by their mothers when they had
minor bellyaches and fevers. I’m a strong person, but sometimes the world is
too much to handle and all you want is an excuse to be treated like a sick
infant.
So when I get an opportunity like
this, a real one, where I would have
four teeth and a great deal of jawbone removed from my face, I was pretty
excited. No, actually, I was f’ing terrified. I had never been through surgery,
so it was all very new and very scary for me. But I remember telling Anike that
despite the impending pain, “at least I have an excuse to mope for a couple of
days”.
Don’t get me wrong- it hurt a lot, and it still does, but I never
complain without reason to, I will never “cry wolf”. But when I do have reason
to, I relish in it. So, Dostoyevsky has a point. Does this make me a bad
person?
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