stupid, stupid, stupid....
Well, I fell at work today -- had some snow on my shoes, and slipped on the ceramic tile when I rounded the corner. Fortunately, two things stopped my fall -- the ceramic tile, and my face. Otherwise, I could've easily just kept falling into oblivion.
It's not as bad as it sounds -- the problem is, of course, that my front tooth, once realizing that it had the opportunity to taste ceramic tile, something I've been very adamant about not allowing it to do my entire life, refused to be held captive by such a flimsy barricade as my upper lip. As such, it made a bold (and altogether successful, though not permanent or significantly damaging) attempt to break through the barrier of my lip and reach the sweet ambrosia that was the floor.
The result? A slightly loose tooth, which I believe will rectify itself in the coming days, and a fat lip, which should heal in similar fashion. The damage to my ego, however, is irreversable. I shall never walk on tile without fear again. *sniff*
My friends Courtney and Dane want to set me up with a friend of theirs, a red-headed fellow named Max. When I asked Dane what he was like, he responded, "Well... he's Episcopalian..." -- Dane was always a lot of help.
More information on that as it develops. For now, I'm going to ice my lip.
Later!
J
It's not as bad as it sounds -- the problem is, of course, that my front tooth, once realizing that it had the opportunity to taste ceramic tile, something I've been very adamant about not allowing it to do my entire life, refused to be held captive by such a flimsy barricade as my upper lip. As such, it made a bold (and altogether successful, though not permanent or significantly damaging) attempt to break through the barrier of my lip and reach the sweet ambrosia that was the floor.
The result? A slightly loose tooth, which I believe will rectify itself in the coming days, and a fat lip, which should heal in similar fashion. The damage to my ego, however, is irreversable. I shall never walk on tile without fear again. *sniff*
My friends Courtney and Dane want to set me up with a friend of theirs, a red-headed fellow named Max. When I asked Dane what he was like, he responded, "Well... he's Episcopalian..." -- Dane was always a lot of help.
More information on that as it develops. For now, I'm going to ice my lip.
Later!
J