Bad karma

[veronica_rich]

One of my wiser friends told me I was blowing all the good karma I've built up by doing a rare bitching last night about fandom (and yes - look back, it is relatively uncommon these days), and I'm thinking she must be right. I have just a *smidge* of a little extra money I came into, and instead of being able to go down to the Mexican restaurant for some chips and salsa, I have to eat my damn soup and my damn applesauce and my damn yogurt thanks to the loss of my damn wisdom teeth.

*kicks rock*

And my jaw hurts.

*kicks rock*

Ah well, maybe I can entertain somebody with my misery, at least. LOL.

Please, tell me about your worse health problems and make me feel lucky? I well know from the days of a 16.6 TSH how feeling like lower than bedrock demands the occasional rant somewhere not sullying your own space. Have at!

Comments

[crevette.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

Maybe my Dry Socket.

Or maybe ruptured cervical disc that made me lose use of my right arm for six weeks. Or the frozen cookie dough concussion. Or getting run over by an old guy on a trike while training for the three day.

There are so many for me.

[veronica-rich.livejournal.com]

I'd call you a bitch for the first one, but I feel too sorry for the disc problem to be that mean. So I'll settle for you sharing your cookie dough and telling me what in the hell you were doing training for a three day like you're some kind of ... what, athlete? ... or something. ;-)

[nobleplatypus]

You know, I think I actually got dry socket when my wisdom teeth were removed. If I looked in the mirror, I could see white at the bottom of one of the holes. But it never caused any pain, and since pain is the only thing about dry socket that is bad/would need treating (according to my learnings and the oral surgeon), I didn't worry about it, and nothing came of it.

[crevette.livejournal.com]

Geriatric tricyclist nearly kills me. My best friends literally save my life.


Of course, the injuries were MUCH WORSE than the Cookie-dough incident.


Also, there was my entry about Hurricane Frances--48 hours with no power and a child who loves to sing who knew the lyrics to one verse of one Clay Aiken song.

[veronica-rich.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't know whether to pity you, sign you to a three-book contract, or send you the bill for my vicodin because my sockets hurt WORSE from the laughing. ("HAHA - ow. HAHAHA- ow. HEE HEE- OW DAMMIT.")