Getting old is hell.  Someone told me that once and I thought to myself, "That won't happen to me!"  Well, that's what I get for thinking when I am NOT qualified!  The story you are about to read is true. A few weeks ago, I leaned down, opened a cabinet and slammed the corner right into the edge of my eye. Yep, broke my glasses. Dang it, I love those because they have the transitions. Well, I had an extra pair (they aren't comfortable), so I got them out. Then I got sick-coughing and hacking my head off and laryngitis! .Not good.  My husband can't hear very well, so I started clapping my hands together to get his attention.  Whew, that went over like a lead balloon!   If I kept a cough drop in my mouth, the cough eased up. Well, I'll be danged, if I didn't run out of cough drops!! On my way to get some, I was digging in my car for any form of cough drop. I found one, but it had been around a while and was kind of gooey, but I ate it anyway. All of a sudden, something felt strange and I realized the crown on my tooth had come off! It was stuck in the gooey cough drop and was attached to the teeth above it! In a panic, I just crammed it back where it was supposed to be. The next morning, I get up, grab my extra glasses and get so dizzy I almost fell down. What the heck!? I reach up to feel the lenses and poke myself in the eye HARD! Yep, the lens had fallen out. Lovely. So, I couldn't see, I couldn't talk and I couldn't chew on one side!! I am not old, I am not old...