Over the hill

I knew it was all going to be downhill past my 21st birthday, but what I didn't know was how quickly I would race down that stupid hill! I found out this week that I HAVE to get braces and soon. No getting around it. I tried and failed. The position of one of my teeth means that should I get a cavity in it (very likely because it is wedged in by another tooth and there's no good way to floss, etc) there are not a lot of options for filling it. Guess what the dentist found on Monday? You got it- a cavity in that tooth. Great. So come January I get to have some of that tooth REMOVED in order to take care of the cavity and eventually that tooth will need to be pulled. So, unless I want to walk around toothless I'll need to get braces to pull my teeth back in line. Perfect. Since I refuse to resemble the stereotypical Arkansasan (toothless and cannot pronunciate) looks like I'll be getting braces next year at the ripe age of 28. Can you see me shudder?

And to top it all off, it looks like I probably cracked my hip in that spectacular mountain bike wreck a couple of months ago. I went back to the doctor because my hip is still bothering me some: a lingering hematoma, some swelling, and pain if a lot of pressure is placed on my hip. According to the doc I probably cracked it (when I got the initial exam after the wreck no one bothered to x-ray my hip) and now it was really too late to do anything about it. So I get to live with it and hope the swelling goes down and everything returns to normal.

Did I mention this is all Jeremy's fault?! The love of my life has a sick and twisted sense of humor because he thinks its hilarious that I have a broken hip at 27. I told him it wouldn't be funny when I started looking like this by 30! Ha! Whose laughing now?!