I am having my wisdom teeth out tomorrow. This scenario has all the ingredients of Major Jamie Anxiety:
- doctors (especially a male doctor)
- needles (IV)
- new medical experiences (anesthesia)
- taking a day off work against my own choosing
- unexpected outcomes (when will I be able to eat normal food again?)
- the possibility of serious pain, infection, complication, etc etc etc.
What I’m getting at here is that I am usually a huge, nervous wimp when it comes to these things. But not this time. In fact, I’m almost looking forward to it, in a weird, twisted sort of way. I’m taking it at a three-day excuse to s.l.o.w. d.o.w.n.
I put a lot of pressure on myself during the weekends. I only have two days off a week, so I’m going to enjoy them, damnit, and I’m going to get the most out of them as I possibly can. I feel let down if my weekends don’t include the perfect balance of activity, relaxation, and productivity. I need a certain amount of time to lie around and read, but I also don’t want to be bored, and I have to find time for housework, projects and laundry. So if I don’t strike just the right chord, I feel like I wasted the weekend.
Well, this weekend will be different. I’ll be on the couch, drinking my meals, sleeping, doped up, reading, maybe even (gasp) watching a movie, and relaxing. When was the last time I gave myself an entire three-day weekend to sleep and get some rest? Never in my adult life, that’s for sure.
Does it stress me out a bit to think about the chores I won’t be doing? Yes. But guess what? I think the house will still be standing when Monday morning rolls around. : )