Happy Halloween! I'm A Prize Fighter!

(Warning: This episode contains a graphic medical mishap that may not be suitable for all readers. Parental Guidance is advised.)

I just had to document this here, because I'm not convinced that this weird-ass crap happens to anyone but me. I'm like that old Bad Luck Schleprock cartoon guy these days; the little cloud of doom never far from directly over my head.

I just went to the dentist to have an old filling replaced. While he's in there working (if you're squeamish, this is the part where you may want to look away) he gets the inside of my upper lip wrapped around the high speed drill. That's right. You read it correctly. Apparently it got too close to my lip, just grabbed it and twisted it around there until it tore open. I was oblivious except for a slight tugging since my head is so full of Novocaine it may never truly thaw again. I was clued into the fact that something was amiss when he jumped back, exclaimed 'Uh Oh' and grabbed lots of gauze to staunch the bleeding.

He finally got the bleeding stopped and told me to go home and put ice on it; twenty minutes on/twenty off to take down the bruising and bleeding. I just looked in the mirror and the burg that sunk the Titanic wouldn't be enough ice at this point. I look like Angelina Jolie and Mick Jagger's love child. I mean, it's lucky that today is Halloween so I don't have to shell out for a costume and all....a little dark eye shadow around one eye and I'd look like the loser in a big prize fight...but what about tomorrow? How much bad karma do I have to work off anyway?