I’m a nervous person. Always have been, and probably always will. If I have to do something I have never done before — something new and unknown — I’ll get myself all worked up about it. I think of all the things that could go wrong and lose the ability to look beyond that worst case scenario, or properly focus on anything else.
A perfect example of this is the tiny surgery I had to undergo last week: one of my wisdom teeth had to be taken out. Now, to put my nerves about this into perspective: my dentist told me I had to call the hospital about this in January, but by the time I got up the nerve to do so at least 4 months had already passed.
Also important to note is the fact that taking out a wisdom tooth is not a big deal over here. Apparently in other countries (‘Murica, I’m looking at you) they sometimes use a general anesthetic (I’ve seen the YouTube videos), but over here you just get a local anesthetic and that’s it. That’s also the only part of the procedure that hurts, and that wasn’t even the part I was dreading. I don’t even know what part I was dreading. Probably just the general idea of people cutting inside my mouth.
I know my fear and anxiety aren’t necessary at all, and are sometimes quite unfounded, but we all know that doesn’t change anything. Things can go right a million times, but I will still always be nervous, although I have to say I’m getting better at it. It’s just a part of who I am. I’m just trying to not let it get in the way of things, like trying new, exciting stuff.
Plus, if you always think about all the bad things that could happen, it can only turn out better than expected! That’s what happened with the wisdom tooth. I was so nervous during the days leading up to it, and once I was in that chair it was done withing two minutes (not even exaggerating) and I hadn’t felt a thing.
In the spirit of full disclosure I feel I have to tell you that the pain after the surgery is a bit worse than I expected…
Oh, well. At least the nerves are gone.