Bridget returns a little battle-scarred
I'm back after a week that included:
- The removal of bony impacted wisdom teeth with just novocaine because they couldn't find a vein for the anesthesia/sedation, which apparently indicates that I'm a vampire (just with fewer teeth now)
- While I was recovering (roughly) from the oral surgery experience that made "Little Shop of Horrors" look like "Little House on the Prairie," a few days later someone fraudulently used my Visa check card number and drained my bank account (my subsequent investigation has led to a wholesale racket in L.A., and one cop now referring to me as Nancy Drew)
- And then a couple of days after that, a guy who claimed his insurance card was "at home" (yes, I got the cops out there) smashed into my precious, nearly new convertible
Basically, I'm now expecting the Punte Hills fault to bust open any minute in a vivid re-creation of the "MegaDisasters" scenario outlined on the History Channel the other night. But I must say, Sunday night's glorious election results in Venezuela did make me feel like a new woman...
Egads, Bridget, glad to hear you survived -- if just barely. Welcome back!
Best,
Chris
PS--When you get a chance, the world eagerly awaits your review of Slash's autobiography!
Welcome back from the nether reaches of dental hell. Been there no fun and drugs aren't even either fun or helpful (you'd like them to be either or both)
Your run of bad luck is chastening. If people avoid you at editorial meetings, don't think it is a personal heigine issue. In the immortal words of SAm from Casablanca, "You bad luck Miss Ilsa.
Cheers!
Jonathan