Today I had the privilege of going to the dentist for the 3rd time in three weeks. Yes. Third Time. Three Weeks. Don’t hide it – you wish you were me.
But for serious. I moved six years ago and just now got around to finding a dentist in my “new” city. Six years …. six lovely cavities. Gross.
As I was reclined in the chair – singing 99-bottles-of-beer to distract myself from the whir of the dentists’ tools, the vibration of my jaw, and the ridiculous sensation that my tongue was wearing clown shoes – I realized that I truly was privileged to be in such a state.
I am blessed to be born in a time and place where I only have to experience mild discomfort in a hygienic environment as a seasoned professional cleans the teeth I chose to not adequately clean myself.
My irritation at the pinch of Novocaine is what we call a First World Problem.
My other First World Problems of the day:
- Waking up groggy after staying up too late watching HBO on my tablet.
- Having a slow internet connection because too many devices are connected to the wireless.
- Tripping over my shoes because they won’t all fit in my closet.
- Not having a big enough plate for all the food from the free lunch at work. (Yes, that happened. Today.)
Perspective is everything.
So, what were your First World Problems?