This morning I woke up like a hungry wolf, I wanted to devour the whole world, and I was happy about the goods we'd ordered yesterday. I could contain myself and ate only one sandwich for breakfast and two more for lunch; however, the cinnamon and cocoa rolls did my stomach in after giving Ági a nice foot massage. I'm an idiot. A complete knob head. A failure incarnate. Now here I am with an upset stomach again. I don't know what got into me and why I lost my common sense. I should have known it much better. Now I'm sitting at my desk with a stomach so big as a Michelin mascot's suffering from my own stupidity. What a brilliant mind I have, don't I? Let's face it, I'm a twat...
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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