A Bomb Threat? Over My Beer Ad?
How ridiculous it sounded didn’t make it any less terrifying.
“Yep. Your cheek implant is infected. We’re going to have to operate,” my surgeon told me in his Beverly Hills office. “Are you sure? I have some big events coming up that I can’t miss.” I try to plead with him. “We can hold off for a little longer, but it’s only going to get wor... More »
