There are just times when you have a run of bad luck for weeks (plural!) on end.
I guess the Universe couldn’t find anything more to throw at me, so it sent me a major toothache on my way. Haays… I started to suffer from it since yesterday afternoon. So I surrendered to the pain and decided to go home. Taking an Advil in the office and then a Ponstan when I got home, I felt a bit weak. It must have been an overdose. I slept from 5pm to 3am the next day. Drank a glass of milk (I know, very 80’s) and dozed off again.
I’m here at the office now, hoping that a barrage of pain relievers will help me through the day, at least until my dentist appointment.
Please send your energies to your friendly-neighborhood ranter. I need all the good energy I can get.
