Patience, defined as
“the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.”
Something that I have discovered, I don’t have too much of. It’s been four days since I got my wisdom teeth out, four days I’ve had to refrain from running, something that I love doing and do routinely. But now, with something restraining this routine, I’d say I’ve grown very frustrated. I’ve gone out to ride my bike recently and have been fine, but that’s not as strenuous as running. I’ve lately gone through mixed emotions on the matter. One moment I’ll be like Oh, I’ll just go out and run, it’s been four days and if it hurts or bleeds I’ll stop. But then another voice comes in that says: DRY SOCKET!!! And then I am forced back into the thoughts and feelings of frustrations. Then I’m like, Why didn’t my oral surgeon say anything about when you can go back to exercise? I would have asked them myself but I was a bit out of it as I was slowly waking up from the anesthesia and to be honest, my main concern at the moment was: when can I get this gauze out of my mouth that is currently gagging me to death. Then I go back to the first thought of just going out to run.
So lots of internal arguments going on right now and none of them have an ounce of patience in them. None. We’re on a patience drought over here. Please use yours sparingly so there’s some left for me. Thanks.