Today’s blog comes to you live from the middle of a glucose tolerance test. Half an hour ago I polished off the orangey sugar water. I feel so yucky right now I can hardly type. I can hardly see for that matter. I’ll finish this up in a few hours.
I started this post two days ago. On the way back into the doctor’s office, in the waiting room, as a matter of fact, I had a heart episode. Stabbing pains in the left side of my chest, every time I tried to talk or breathe it felt like my left boob was being electrocuted. That’s right; I had a heart episode, in my left boob. Seriously I was torn between riotous pain and uproarious humor that my heart was busting itself and it was manifesting with electrical shocks specifically to my left (empty) milk jug.
Obviously I didn't drop dead on the spot...I'd love it if you could check out the rest of the saga at mtjam.com.
Growing up, you might remember a time in your life when the only thing scarier than the boogeyman was your dentist. Over the years, you grew to appreciate your dentist and his or her service to your dental health, however, it did take you some time to grow into that mentality. Give your kids a…