Warranty expires at 30

Ugh, I hurt. After days of agony, I broke down and went to the dentist today, only to learn I need a root canal done. That in itself wouldn't be so bad, but I have to wait for another 2-3 days to get it done because the area is too badly infected to do anything. In the mean time, I don't get to sleep. Yeah, that's fun. I have to keep freezing it with ice water every few minutes to keep the pain bearable. So hear I am, Sir asleep beside me, typing out this post. As if that weren't enough, my tooth issues lead to a broken toe. At least I think it's a toe. Could be a foot, but more likely a toe. Having not slept much the night before, I dozed off this morning while waiting for a phone call from the dentist to book an emergency appointment. I woke to the sound of the phone ringing and oh-so-gracefully (not)lept off the bed only to meet with the cat as it shot around my feet. I went down, trying to avoid mashing the furball into pulp, and somehow landed on the top of my instep. Sir, completely startled as I lept past Him, tried to catch me, but between the cat and sleep deprivation, He really had no chance. Oddly enough, I felt no pain. My only concern (other than mashed cat) was to get to that phone and the dentist on the other end. After about 30 seconds on the phone, I looked down and saw that my foot was already black and swelling...but still no pain. I did get the appointment (obviously), and had a good laugh about the whole thing. Even now, I feel no pain in my foot--my mouth makes up for it--although it is very swollen and black across the top. I can walk fine; just a minor limp. I swear the warranty on a body runs out at 30. Well, not one of my more thoughtful or well written posts, but hey, it's 2:30am and I'm running on very little sleep. Sadly, I have no new D/s news to report.