I have a very high tolerance for pain. After years of being put in positions that are not human in wrestling, and surviving (yes, it is surviving) two bouts with kidney stones, I am able to classify my pain threshold as being superhuman. When you experience the joy of stone birth, that fact alone places you among the best of the best.
The removal of my wisdom teeth has put me through an all-new type of pain. The four teeth has been a pain in the face -- the proverbial splinter to my function. For only the second time in my schooling existence, I was not able to sleep all night. Although both times have occurred in my law school tenure, the first time did not consist of fetal-position-making pain or gallons of salt-water.
I was fine in the post-operation phase. Healing and relative discomfort was to be expected with surgery. I dealt with such side-effects as swelling and the like on my road trip across the United States with my father. I was not able to eat solid food for quite some time, my bleeding was profuse, and my head felt like it needed to explode. These feelings, however, went away nearly two weeks after the surgery.
The pain, like everything else bad in my life, has come back.
Anybody close to me will attest to my disdain for medication and pain-relievers. So, it is not in character to drug myself.
I drugged myself this morning, and sat in discomfort in Contracts and Torts.
Though I was in a multi-drugged state-of-mind, I was able to bring out the profound in me in Contracts, summarily shutting down counter-arguments and changing the direction of conversation in class. For some reason, I just "get" contracts. Who knew?
I have an emergency appointment with an oral surgeon in Long Island tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Could my timing be any better?
Civil Procedure Tongue Twister of the Day: "Tactical Tips"
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