The Tryptophan Coma That Almost Was
So the battle of my tooth continues. Like a gift from heaven OR the business end of luck procured from cracking open a double yoked egg today, my dentist called with an opening for 3 p.m.. GREAT DAY IN THE MORNING!
Little chip...Tiny invisible crack...PAIN!! Pokes, prods, and me on antibiotics for a week, with a side of pain pills until the tooth is in good enough shape to work on. Great. Freaking great. Couldn't have just been a cavity. This sort of puts my plans to eat myself into a Tryptophan induced coma on hold. Unless there's some serious pain relief from the meds I'll be making a bird that I can't even eat.
Oh well, all I can do is hope for the best. My non riding week of sloth has turned into just a non riding, week of suck.
Later.
posted by Jason @ 6:28 PM
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4 Comments:
Holy sh*t. A cracked tooth TWO DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING. It's like God hates you personally. Or Dio. Don't piss off Dio.
No shit. My plate will look like one of those KFC Barf Bowls. It's a coin toss between God and Dio. Both have issues with me I'm sure.
Oh well....liquid meals aren't bad...Beer man, beer
16 oz of Turkey Breast = aprox 354 calories
12 oz Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout = 298 calories
A sixer would equal your whole feast and make you a whole lot "happier"
I agree with Ben W, go with the liquid bread.
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