Can't I Keep My Wisdom?

Kevin likes to be ignored, forgotten and completely left alone when he is sick or recovering. I like, NEED, to be babied, catered to, smothered and waited on hand and foot. Ha. Can you imagine how this weekend will go? This morning I get my wisdom teeth taken out. All FOUR.  I have never felt so much fear, anxiety and panic all at once.
Of course, yesterday, at 3am, I was racing down the stairs to make a bottle for Hayden when I slipped. I fell hard. Straight on my lower back, left wrist, then left shoulder, a little smack of the head and finally resting on my right thigh. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath before I stared sobbing in pain. After 20 minutes I got up, made Hayden a bottle, fed her, rocked her back to sleep then laid in bed thinking... "Why Me?" I woke up in more pain than I felt after giving birth. I had a house to clean, groceries to buy, a babysitter to find and a ton of mental preparation to prepare myself for my surgery. Now I was physically out of commission.  Just my luck.
Groceries bought, house clean, babysitter found (THANK YOU LAUREN) and after a blessing from my sweet Husband, encouraging words from friends on social media, I am finally feeling a little more ready. But still, can't I keep my wisdom? I need all the help I can get. 
Wish me luck friends. Keep me in your prayers... and my family.
Hope the rest of you have a fabulous weekend.
I'll be back next week.