Liver Spa

Apparently, after not posting for months I just can't stop. The rest of me seemed discontent to let my hair take up an entire post. This afternoon after ranting about my hair, I just decided to chill out and hope that my hair would somehow "deflate". I decided that some starbursts would be a nice way to decompress. Unfortunately the only thing that the chewy candy decompressed was my dental implant. Now I have my crown wrapped and sitting next to me for a 9:30 am dental appt tomorrow morning when we can be rejoined and the instructions of not to eat on the side of my implant. Dinner and breakfast are going to prove to be quite the challenge.

Once I was given the news that the earliest that my dentist could see me was tomorrow morning I declared myself the black Amy Winehouse. I figured with a missing side tooth and increasingly rising hair, I was only a crack habit away from the real thing. To make this truly the best day of my life, one of my co-workers looked at me blankly and said "Amy Winehouse is black."


It's nice to know that even when in complete meltdown, you're still second fiddle to a crack head.

Labels: Amy Winehouse, crack, dental implant, starbursts