Wounds can't bring me down

Do you know what it's like to have a swollen taste bud? The worst, right?

Wrong.

In my twenty-five year infinite wisdom, I decided to bite the thing off. Easy enough, right? Teeth are sharp, that's what they do—bite stuff off. Well friends, I made a grave mistake. I've learned that it's impossible to bite off a singular taste bud. It's impossible to bite of a few taste buds. So instead of being the Destroyer of the Swollen, I'm now She of the Gaping Mouth Wound.

Three days of exposed muscle, irritated with every breath and bite is pretty freakin' miserable.

What's not so miserable (and may or may not be touched upon at a later date)? The rest of my Utah trip, the Celtics finally getting past the first round, Little Women (the book), a brand new laptop purchased and ready for me at my new job, Lebron's 2-for 18, an after vacation DVR chocked-full of Must See TV, Dan in Real Life, Spring weather in Boston, 14th-floor views of the Back Bay, Downtown, an the Charles from the bend in the river at my office in Kendall Square, being chosen to manage a huge and exciting account site redesign, my own bed, fun plans for the weekend, and all KINDS of free snacks and drinks at my new job's building. Every kind of fruit, yogurt, oatmeal, chip, cracker, soda, juice you can imagine… I discovered the individually sliced/packaged/rounded-wax cheeses today.

For someone with an open mouth wound and a kitchen full of free foods, this gal is doin' alright.

**6:27pm update: Just got off the phone with my insurance company for the ninth time. My $2k leg break bill has finally been approved. The tragic break only cost me $237. You have no idea how happy that $237 makes me.