As wedding planning continued, my life plan continued to wander off course. It wasn’t a major distraction, but a little unexpected bump in the road when I already had one million things going on – school, work, wedding planning, etc…. Nevertheless, one week before starting my new job and a few short months before the wedding, I finally had my wisdom teeth removed. It wasn’t the most convenient timing, but I remember the surgeon saying, “It's better to do it now, than to have this ruin your wedding day or honeymoon.” Not being able to stand the thought that something could potentially ruin my big day, I went for it. “Nothing is going to stand it my way”, I thought, “Take them out now!!” …And with my teeth, whatever wisdom they carried was removed too.
I wish I had the foresight to tell my doctor that my teeth weren’t the cause of my disastrous wedding day, far from it! I would’ve gladly dealt with that pain, in comparison to the blow I actually received. Despite all my efforts to prevent the perfect storm, I couldn’t. I removed every foreseeable caution, including a few annoying teeth, but I had no clue that would prove to be the least of my worries. In hindsight, I realize, there were signs during the experience that should’ve predicted our future. But, who am I kidding? I was too doped up to notice that my fiancée didn’t bother to visit me the whole week I was home recovering. I should have, but I didn’t.
Goodbye teeth….goodbye wisdom….hello bad decision and poor judgment!