What am I talking about? Here’s the short version (details will follow in blogs to come).
Plan A was supposed to be the perfect spa weekend with my sisters in the mountains of Utah. We haven’t had a sisters-only weekend in over 10 years! And when Amy (my middle sister) turned 50, she planned an all-inclusive spa getaway at a fabulous price. We’d been looking forward to this trip for weeks. Hiking. Biking. Mountains. Exercise classes. Gourmet health food.
I planned to exercise, eat well, enjoy nature, and even have time to write! Plus, I would be with my four best friends in the world – my four big sisters – what could go wrong?
Enter Plan B. Life is full of the unexpected. On the departing flight, an old root canal started acting up. After landing and spending a few days with Amy in Vegas, it didn’t get better – it got worse. It’s mind over matter, I told myself. I can get through this, and I’m not going to let a sore tooth ruin my weekend.
As we drove to the spa in Utah, the pain became excruciating. I kid you not, the pain of a abscess tooth is akin to the pains of childbirth. Four mother hens (aka older sisters) took over and insisted that I see a dentist. I couldn’t stop thinking --this isn’t happening to me. Not here. Not now. This isn’t what I had in mind, God. What happened to Plan A?
Plan B was in full motion. My first day at the spa was spent in the dentist chair, not the mountains. After having my tooth pulled, I wasn’t hiking or biking. I was on my back. I wasn’t eating or drinking. I was icing. And after becoming completely and totally nauseated from the codeine, I was lucky to keep a little water down.
Sometimes, it’s pretty tough to make lemonade out of lemons. A failed birthday cake is one thing, but who can find the silver lining in a tooth extraction?
Do you ever find yourself asking God, Can’t we just ditch Plan B?