It hasn’t been a good day.
This morning I woke up with a strange feeling that forced me to get out of my cozy, flannel-sheeted bed and into the bathroom. I went back to bed and within a relatively short amount of time that same, strange feeling forced me up again. Suffice it to say I spent the better part of my day in the bathroom, which left me feeling dehydrated and weak. And very, very sad.
After sitting in front of the TV watching Pirates of the Caribbean At World’s End (three hours plus commercials) and Alice in Wonderland (two hours plus commercials) I felt a little better, partly because my system had purged itself and mostly because I spent five hours looking at Johnny Depp.
When I finally felt like I could eat, Husby made a nice, comforting snack for us both. After that I treated myself to a melt-in-your-mouth cherry Christmas cookie. Crack! One of my crowns fell out. Not just a crown, the same crown that fell out the day before Christmas Eve while eating a chicken pot pie. I had it temporarily reattached last Monday by my bereft dentist who, within one hour of my appointment, was going to delivery a eulogy for his father. I also found out I had a calcified root canal in the same tooth, which will require more work to be done by a specialist in the very near future.
When my crown fell out (again) after a day of disgusting stomach displeasure I looked at Husby, shook my head and said, “I think I’m going to cry.” And so I did.
Marvelous way to start the first week of a new year, don’t you think?
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