One of the *joys* of nearly 7 years of not giving a damn about my physical self is that it’s having repercussions. One of those repercussions is my teeth falling apart. The medication I am on doesn’t help either. One of the worst would have to have been when I was pregnant.
The trouble with being a grown up is that, well, you have to make phone calls all of the time. Regardless of whether you want to or not. Me, I try all other avenues of contact before making a phone call. Even sweeping problems under the rug and pretending they don’t exist.
This week it’s sucked balls….big fat hairy balls. Shit hit the fan and it felt just like high school and not in a good way. True colours were shown.