Crummy Crown

April 26, 2017 at 2:23 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Remember when I had to go to the dentist for the worst appointment ever, when I was super hungover and had to have a crown put on my back molar? No? Well, I do and the horror of that evening will always reside deep within my heart. However I tried to put it behind me and had mostly succeeded – I even managed to get through my most recent, routine dental appointment last month with nothing more damaging than some plaque removal so I figured I was all set. That is, until this week.

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Maybe I should just get a gold grill instead. Problem solved!

I was enjoying a fancy Cuban-pressed sandwich for lunch with a friend who happened to be in town when I felt it. A tooth. My thoughts went like this: Oh my GOD that’s a tooth and I don’t think I lost one. Is that someone else’s tooth?! Like that episode of Friends where Phoebe finds a thumb in her soda can and gets all sorts of rich? AM I ABOUT TO GET RICH QUICK?! Let me fish it out, oh god please don’t let it be a toenail or something like that oh CRAP IT’S MY CROWN! It’s my own freaking tooth and now I’m looking at LOSING money!

My mind works very quickly so I had all of these thoughts in about 5 seconds, or roughly the time it took to extract my crown from my mouth full of half-chewed food. I was a vision of pure loveliness, I’m sure. So not only was I worried, embarrassed and grossed out by my own damn self but then the raw nerve that had been covered by said crown began to throw a party in my face. Now. I could’ve understood the crown popping out if I was eating a caramel apple or chewing ice or opening bottles with my mouth (which is, by the way, how my genius self obtained the crown to begin with). But I was eating what was essentially a PB&J sandwich so there was just no excuse for it. Technically I was eating a guava jam and fried plantain with peanut butter sandwich but it was all still soft and the damn tooth should have just stayed put. So I got to rinse it off, call my dentist and nicely inform them of how I wasn’t going to pay for this to be fixed and then I spent my Monday evening getting the crown cemented back in my mouth. For free, so that’s something.

One would think that would be all of my health-related excitement for the week but I woke up Tuesday unable to turn my neck to the right because of some apparently funky sleep I had and I also have a bladder infection. So that’s fun and my pee looks like Tang.

At least I didn’t swallow my tooth because the last thing I want to do is explain why my tooth is stained bright orange due to being fished out of my infected urine.

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Lunch-Jacked

March 29, 2012 at 1:33 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

In keeping with the theme from my last post, here’s a new story.  My lunch was recently thrown out in my office, resulting in me being very angry and very hungry.  A few times a year some unlucky sap will get roped into cleaning out the office refrigerator and every single time that this has happened in my 1.5 years with the company, they sent a massive message out right before hand and waited until roughly 5 or 6pm before getting started.  So last Friday was the day they were going to be doing the cleaning and while I knew this, I figured it would be late in the afternoon and my lunch would be safe.  I typically eat rather late (2:30 or so, which leaves very little time left of work once I return which is why I do it) and about 2:15 I heard someone mention food was being trashed.  I sprinted (literally) into the kitchen only to see completely full trash cans and a completely empty fridge.

I almost cried.

Sad, sad day

The lunch I packed for myself was going to be my best one of the week – pesto/basil hummus with feta cheese, veggie turkey, nuts, cranberries, mushrooms and spinach on toasted whole wheat bread.  I also had some raw carrots and broccoli with a brand new bottle of dressing for dipping.  This was in a very handy plastic container featuring dividers that I’ve used for years.  When I left the house that morning I was feeling proud of myself for helping to save the Earth and also for my healthy lunch choices to help save my waistline.  I was giving myself a mental pat on the back and thinking about how I’d carry those good eating habits through the weekend.  When I realized my carefully prepared, delicious lunch was gone, that all flew out the window.

Of course the guy cleaning feigned remorse and pointed to the trash can I could find it in if I so desired.  He’s now on my permanent shit list but that’s a different story.  I wound up eating cold french fries left over from another person’s lunch while quietly lamenting the loss of my sandwich.  I was so hungry when I got home that I then consumed a ton of queso and chips, only to continue eating at the bar I went to that night.  I figured that if the gods and goddesses of food conspired against me and took away my original healthy meal, the least I could do was to spite them and eat like crap for the rest of the night.  And eat like crap I did.  Beer, more fries, more chips, guacamole, a veggie burger and many beers were all downed like nobody’s business.  Apparently that’s what I get for trying to be healthy and environmentally conscious.

My lunches have been safe this week but without my old trusty blue lunch box, they’ll never be the same.

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Better and Better, Year after Year

February 3, 2012 at 12:03 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

Tomorrow’s my birthday!  I still feel like a little kid on my special day and I don’t think any amount of years or gray hairs will do anything to change that (at least I hope not).  In honor of the beginning of my 28th year here on Earth, I thought I’d post a photo from my youth.  Here’s me, age 5:

In my favorite color, too

This photo was taken in the basement of my house, where my dad kept all of his clothes.  My sister and I were playing dress up and apparently in an effort to emulate Michael Jackson, I was wearing a sock on my hand.  I’m also sporting a cast, a cane and a shirt that reads “Birthdays come but once a year.  Aren’t you glad you’re not a Birthday”.  How appropriate, right?  Even at an early age, I am the epitome of class.  Also please note the creepy giant bear in the background…yes, my childhood was interesting, if nothing else.

And now, 23 years after this photo was taken, here I am.  I can honestly say that I’m in a better place in my life now than I could have ever hoped for and I am excited to see what happens next.  Especially today – a coworker (who apparently loves me) made cheese stuffed gnocchi, salad, and french bread (okay she bought that) for lunch, along with red velvet cupcakes.  This was all done from scratch, which I didn’t even know you could do.  I also walked into this when I got in the office this morning:

They really like me!

Lunch!

Lunch was completely amazing and the fantastic cook can be seen here hiding her head behind her desk.  The flowers came from the support staff here and they look and smell great.  Seriously, how did I get so lucky?  After work I’ll be going out with a select group of fantastic friends for dinner and a show – a burlesque show called Indiana Jones: Temple of the Boob to be specific.  Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll have updates for you later on in the weekend.  Tomorrow (my actual birthday) will consist of me sleeping in as late as possible and a mystery dinner someplace with Scott.  I’m sure I’ll manage to fill the day somehow and honestly I’m glad it’s going to be a little laid back.  After the shenanigans tonight, I may need it!

Seriously though, I can’t help but feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.  I never really used to think about what my life would be like when I was a “grown up” and even though I don’t feel I’ve reached that status yet, I’m pretty sure I’ve been an adult for a while.  I still don’t have a grand, master plan but I think it’s a little better this way.  I’ve been pleasantly surprised by many things over the past few years and each day and each year really does seem to be better than the last.  I’m grateful for it all and grateful to my parents for bringing me into this world to begin with.  I’m especially grateful to my Mom, who had to deal with having her stomach cut open in order to get me out (not to mention dealing me through my teenage years, when I’m sure she wished she could cut me instead).  I’m also grateful to all my friends and family who are making my birthday weekend the best in memory.

I’m also glad I no longer thing wearing a white sock on my hand is the epitome of style.  I grew out of that weeks ago.

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I Dream of Falafel

May 24, 2011 at 11:23 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , )

Working in the Loop provides one with ample choices for lunchtime eateries.  I usually don’t allow myself to eat out for lunch (as I’m no Rockefeller) but every now and then I splurge and brave the windy city streets for some delicious eats.  As many scrumptious options as there are within walking distance, I find myself time and time again heading to the doors of I Dream of Falafel.

I was turned onto this place by a coworker and in the three months since I first ate there, I’ve convinced three other

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coworkers of the glory that is amazing falafel as well.  It doesn’t hurt that we have a Willis Tower Rewards Card that gives us a 20% discount, but even without the price cut I’d be there quite often.  In fact, I didn’t know about said discount until last week and it never stopped me from going prior to that.  Anyway, this quick and easy Mediterranean place serves up large quantities of hummus, baba ganoujeh, tabbouleh,  pita and of course falafel.  In fact, this place actually has sweet potato falafels and now that I’ve had that, i don’t know if I can ever go back.  For those of you who have know clue what the hell a falafel is, I’d be happy to enlighten you.  It’s basically a scoop of chick peas (the same thing hummus is made of), only shaped into a ball and deep-fried.  It’s much better than it sounds, I assure you.  It’s actually downright dreamy (pun intended).

I was treated to a meal here yesterday by a woman I work with – I’d helped her with a rather long, tedious project and she wanted to say thanks.  It wasn’t necessary but it was much appreciated, especially since one plate from this place will satiate my appreciate for an entire day.  Unfortunately, this is only a Chicago eatery (so far as I know).  There are three locations in and around the Loop so if and when you’re here and hungry, you know where to go.  And if you take me with you I can get us a discount!  Your treat, of course.

PS – You know how my life is full of coincidences, much like that which I blogged about yesterday?  Well last night I was watching a few episodes of the Simpsons from a friend’s box set and the episode where they go to Itchy and Scratchy Land came on.  There’s a rather long parody of the It’s a Small World ride in Disney World, which I found funny given my post topic yesterday.  That is all.

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