Arrrrr Matey

How a person deals with adversity is probably one of the most telling things about their character. What do you do when things go wrong? Do you laugh? Do you cry? Kick and scream? Do you act like a pirate? I'll leave the question to you, because my decision was made for me. At about 3AM. While I was peeing.

Ahem.

In my lifetime I have had all manner of dental work. Braces, headgear, one of those stretchy things with the screw. I even had my teeth filed once without Novocain. It's a badge of honor. Also, because enough cash wasn't yet sunk into my face, I had bridge work done. I was born without two teeth. I think they are called laterals? The ones next to your front teeth. It runs in the family. Apparently it's a common thing, but screw that. I was in braces for over three and a half years and then a partial for another 18 months. I got this bridge done right before college, and all was well. That is until this spring when it came loose and had to be repaired three separate times by two different dentists. They would fix it, and it would come loose about a week later, and I'd live with it like that for a month or so before getting it temporarily reattached. Such is life.

I was so tired last night that I debated just getting in bed and going to sleep. No teeth-brushing or face-washing or anything! It was so rebellious. But then I thought no, I'll be good and do the hard thing because it is healthy, and it's just the right thing to do. My reward was questionable.

Really, what do you say when you open your mouth and your tooth falls out on the floor? Arrrrr. It's all I can say really. I look like a pirate. Plain and simple. All I need is an eye patch. Maybe a clever parrot to sit on my shoulder and tell my friends to shut up when they try to comfort me with comments like, "At least you didn't lose your glass eye too!" Yeah, I suppose that's a plus. That's what friends are for.

I was thinking yesterday before "the incident" that I am about at the end of my rope. This abysmal job search (thanks Dubya!) and never-ending financial concerns are just overwhelming. But now it seems that the end of my rope has turned on me and kicked my ass in a bar fight. I mean really. This is too much. Did I mention I was peeing?

Arrrrr, at least it didn't fall in the toilet.