I met with a road accident two nights ago. I was run over by a cab while going for a jog at night. I lost some skin on my chin, arms, two front teeth and my dignity. The car ran over my ass… there are tyre marks on my white shorts.
It hurts like hell. And for the moment, my greatest fear is that my smile will never look the same. I don’t like looking in the mirror anymore.
I had dental surgery the following morning. Three shots of anaesthetic and it was completely painfree. I was crying buckets. No matter what they say, that is NOT MY SMILE! I have to eat goop for the next 2 weeks.
I’m going for an MRI tomorrow to make sure my hip hasn’t cracked. Its gonna cost a fortune. I have to take bed rest for the next weeks.
The good news is that I can eat all the ice cream I want. And its a test of creativityto invent three meals a day for the next ten days that consist of goopity-goop ain course with mush on the side.
The other good news, for you, is that if you want to earn special Jups’ brownie points, you can show up with flowers and some creative semi-solid goop I can eat.
So ring my doorbell with some cheese fondue, will ya?
P.S: The Ipod was playing “Come on Come on, do the locomotion with me”