madcity girl

Sneeze. Cough. Cough. Drip. Blow. Cough. Cough.

That would be me with a severe head cold. Eight days and counting.

My mom worries I have the swine flu.

I do not.

But I have spent countless hours over the last week sipping tea, laying on the couch, sleeping, reading, and sucking on cough drops. All in an effort to get healthy. And to run again. Yet I remain sick.

And to add insult to injury, I had a dentist’s appointment earlier today. To have three cavities filled. Yep.  Not just one or two, but three. Because apparently I am the only 28 year-old who still gets cavities.

This conjures memories of growing up with my brother, Kelly, who never brushed his teeth. Seriously. As the responsible older sister I’ve always been, I brushed and flossed diligently. Religiously. Yet, when it came time for our regular dental appointments, I was always the one with cavities.

But I actually brush, dammit. Unlike my stupid little brother!

You may just be prone to them, the dentists always delicately advised.

Meanwhile, my brother (that little bastard) always came out of those appointments scotch clean, sporting a little devilish grin to rub it all in. Still makes me mad to this day.

And we won’t even talk about the braces my pubescent, pimple-faced, greasy-banged, hairy upper lipped (read: ugly) self endured during middle school. While my brother of course remained metal-free with teeth that were perfect-in-every-way.

Oh. Why me?!