My Head Explode!!

"Each person was like one line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score." - Paint It Black by Janet Fitch

I couldn't remember if I had used that quote before, but I didn't feel like searching through all the blog posts. Thus, I decided it was such a good quote that I would use it again.

That book is awesome too. 

My mind has been wandering lately. I mean, it's always wandered quite a bit, but the wandering feels slightly more frantic. I feel like I'm losing time to let it wander, which is why it is becoming so desperate. 

Is this making sense?

I'm not sure, but maybe there are more factors than just time. Holding time accountable for everything just seems wrong and unfair. While it IS a main factor, I can't blame it for the fact that I have so many things to do that I can't stop and concentrate on one single thing. 

Or that I have so many ideas but I can't quite put my finger on how to express those ideas. It's emotions, it's colors, it's pictures... my head feels so full and it wearies me. I feel like it's going to bubble over and take it with me. I can't keep them all in, but I don't know how to properly let them all out so that they are rightfully understood.

I'm glad there are so many, but handling them is too much. I need to find a way. Screaming as loud as I can was my first thought, while curling up to sleep and see them in my dreams is an incredibly close second.

I wish it was easy (unfortunately we all wish that :( ) but I'm glad it isn't. Something tells me I need to look at them all, separate them one by one and examine them, figuring out what each one means to me and ultimately what it says about me. Some of these can be explained with words, but only a select few. 

The rest are secret puzzles of myself. If only I had time to look into it more... alas, I have come full circle.

I have thus lost my wisdom....

I have turned into a chipmunk. And not the singing, cartoon kind. 

Okay, maybe I'm not THAT much of a chipmunk, but enough of one to make a difference. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. It's rather amusing to see my cheeks all puffed out. This is all, of course, due to wisdom teeth removal. 

Which all has nothing to do with whatever I thought I was going to write about, but it appears to be the topic of the hour. Hence, bring on the drugs. Of course, those do cause me to have some rather strange dreams. For example, Miley Cyrus constantly calling our house phone to ask out my brother? Weird.

Why do they call them "wisdom" teeth, anyway? It's not like I feel any less smart because they took them out. Or even more naive. Should I have named all four them? Socrates? Plato? Newton and Copernicus? 

I'm not sure that would have mattered. Of course, I'm sure my oral surgeon would have thought  me strange if I had said:

"Don't hurt Copernicus as you take him out... he's a sensitive soul."

Hm... peculiar person I would be considered.

Ew! I went to look up information on wisdom teeth and found a list of common problems after surgery. No need to know those things. I would rather just take care of my wounds. I didn't even check to see if there was a reason of why they are called "wisdom" teeth. I guess I'll never know, but I'm sure it probably has something to do with them occurring later in life. 

But I digress on this random post of mine...

Surprisingly, they aren't bothering me TOO much (knock on wood... knock on wood... ), but I'm sure it's because I'm on drugs and because I'm trying to follow my brother's example (there's a first for everything!). He was actually quite meticulous about rinsing and caring for the wound area, so I'm going to be the same way, rinsing with the warm salt water and the blue antibacterial that looks like Windex. 

That way, I hope to keep infection away, particularly because that usually involves pain and oozing. Who wants pain and oozing? Yep, that's exactly what I thought. 

I find myself trying to relax as well because I DID take two floating holidays for this little escapade. Which makes me wonder how I always end up using my PTO and holidays for doctor's appointments and procedures? Why can't I have a FUN day?

Oh wait, that was ALL last week wasn't it? I guess I can't complain too much then.

Oh well. 

Time for more pain meds! :)