Last Friday I started to get a horrible toothache where, more than 7 years ago, I had a root canal. By Monday, I was in so much pain that rescheduled the dentist for that day, instead of waiting for Friday.
Like most people, I hate the dentist. So, when my dentist said what I had was technically an emergency and that I was to see a specialist that same day, I was a bit startled. As mentioned before, I'm a hypochondriac, so when a Dr. says it's an emergency, I flip the fuck out. Long story short, I had an infection in my jaw bone and something had to be done ASAP about it. So, two days later, I drove myself to the doctor's office, had my surgery which was nasty and painful, and went home. But, because I'm a little sick in the head, I kept thinking, through a vast amount of pain I must add, about how this is sort of going to be awesome because I wouldn't be able to eat!!! I could lose some weight and maybe that would kick start me into full on diet.
But, that didn't happen. First of all, I keep taking advantage of the fact that I have to eat with my meds or I'll totally get nauseated. And, I found out that not matter what ailment, I can find a way to eat. Even though my mouth only opened a certain amount because of a sore jaw, I could still compact the food into small bites and stuff them into my mouth and chew on the opposite side of the surgery area.
I actually ended up eating more with this ailment than on a normal day. I amaze me.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Super Model RACHEL HUNTER was at the dentist as well...so, that made me feel even fatter...Nothing like sitting next to a super model to make you feel fat!