Discovering a problem you didn’t know you had is never fun. Not that I didn’t know I had a problem. Chronic migraine has been a part of my life for around fifteen years now.
On a recent trip to the dentist, in between skipping with glee or perhaps crying (the details are a bit fuzzy), I discovered that I had too many teeth for my tiny mouth. In fact, this might be one of the causes of my migraines.
Oh joy! If anyone ever tells me I have a big mouth, I can point them to medical proof that I do not.
Of course, the natural response to my too-many-too-small dilemma is to send me off to an oral surgeon. I skipped my way to his office, too. I think. I might have been dragging my feet alongside my car as I drove there. Again, the details are a bit fuzzy.
Oral surgeon confirmed that the teeth had to go. So with some degree of reluctance, I scheduled a day for the surgery.
To be honest, the thing that scared me the most was to be put under. Flashes of memories of pets being taken to the vet to be “put under” rose up to greet my darkest imaginings. Here, I expose the dark underbelly of being a writer. A good imagination is wonderful — until it is late at night and you are contemplating all the things that could go wrong.
That’s when all the classes on writing I took shoved their way into my brain. In essence, when one writes a book, one must ask, “What is the worst thing that can happen to my character?” Once one arrives at a conclusion, one asks again, “What would make it even worse, and then still worse?”
This is all very well and good when one is casting one’s characters into these situations. This is slightly less fun when I’m asking myself, “Okay, what could go wrong with the surgery? What would make it even worse, and still worse again?”
Around the time, I had reached the 30x worse that could happen, I tried to reign in my out-of-control thoughts. I prayed. I put my trust in God to help me through.
After surviving surgery — and a bad reaction to my pain meds — I returned to the land of normalcy. But the whole realizing I had a problem of a too-tiny mouth and too-many teeth made me think about other problems people don’t know they have.
The biggest one is sin. Thankfully, God has warned us about this problem. He has provided away to escape through salvation in His Son.
As people gear up for Easter and the celebration of Christ’s resurrection, perhaps we should all consider our too-many sins and our too-dirty hearts, and thank God for providing a way to find freedom through Christ.
Best of all, there will be no horrible reactions to pain meds.
“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
Have you ever discovered a problem you didn’t know you had?