since then the only nightmares that wake me in an anxiety-ridden sweat are those involving me losing the veneer they replaced my tooth with. so when i heard the oh-so-familiar crunch while opening up an orange otter pop at swim lessons, i panicked.
now the real dilemma is do i go on to teach my RS lesson this sunday, or do i call in sick due to sheer vanity? maybe i could wear a surgical mask and blame it on fear of the swine flu epidemic... that'd be only slightly less embarrassing.
the only silver linging of the day is that my hair is finally long enough to fit in a ponytail again. hoo-freakin-ray.