Punch Drunk - Fat Lip

Not sure how this happened, but this morning I woke up with a fat lip. Not the slightly swollen lip, but the kind that you get if you are in a good bar room brawl, nasty chick fight, an allergic reaction to shellfish or a visit to Pam Anderson's cosmetic surgeon - none of which occured this past weekend. I thought something was amiss when I woke up and I could see my upper lip protruding out from underneath my nose, but I wrote it off to not being fully awake. I continued to edge downstairs toward a cup of coffee, and noticed how Tim (our dog) was looking at me. You know the look.....head turned to the side, ears back, thinking to himself - what in the world happened to her?!?!?!. So maybe it was worth a second look - and there it was staring at me in the mirror - a fat upper lip......this is when I started racking my brain. Did I sleep walk and run into the wall??? Did I dream that I was a prize fighter taking on Ali and punch myself in the face??? I cannot for the life of me figure what the heck I might have done that would have caused the fat lip, but it was and is still worthy of an ice pack. All day I have been icing it and it goes down for a while, but remove the ice and WHOOSH just like I blew up a balloon.

Here is where I might need to mention that I have had a difficult time sleeping the last three nights and I have taken an Ambien, to no avail, to help me sleep through the night which has resulted in me being a bit punch drunk due to lack of sleep. I think tonight I will try a glass of wine before I lay my head down and see if that helps. But just in case...if you saw me in a bar room brawl with a chick named Pam Anderson over raw shrimp - could you call me and let me know???? It would answer a few questions for me. Of course one questions still remains - how I got the tattoo that resides lower than my low rise jeans.