teething
So, my wisdom teeth are coming through--they'd started a couple of months ago, but then stopped--and now the one on the bottom right is hurting like... I don't even know what. It's half-way out of the gum, but there's like this thick flap of gum skin over the other half of it. I can lift it up with my tongue, but each time I do, it hurts lots and bleeds a little. But it's like one of those cuts in your mouth that you just can't leave alone but you know would heal over in a day or so if you could just STOP TOUCHING IT.
But yeah, so on sunday I was trying to clean it with salt dissolved in water... and I left the water too hot so I burnt my tongue and now nothing tastes sweet, and I can't really taste the iron tang of the blood in my mouth either. So it's just the sickly after taste of blood in my throat and mouth. It was making me so nauseous I went home at lunch and skipped History and Tutor period. Which was actually probably a good idea--even if my demon tutor bitch lady yells at me tomorrow--because shortly after I got home (after being soaked in the rain coming home), I vomited up a lot of blood and my lunch. Which was pretty effing gross.
Oh, and the guy who was meant to write the other half of a shared essay for english class today didn't. Actually, he was supposed to do his half by last thurseday and email it to me so I could splice it together with mine and hand the finished essay to the teacher as a model essay for the class... So I just handed in my half and yeah, it was a little bitchy of me, but I told the teacher why it wasn't finished and she yelled at him. But to be fair, it was his own damn fault. I'm not going to suffer for him. And anyway, he had the whole weekend to do it before the class. Twat.
So... yeah. That was my day. It kind of blew.
But yeah, so on sunday I was trying to clean it with salt dissolved in water... and I left the water too hot so I burnt my tongue and now nothing tastes sweet, and I can't really taste the iron tang of the blood in my mouth either. So it's just the sickly after taste of blood in my throat and mouth. It was making me so nauseous I went home at lunch and skipped History and Tutor period. Which was actually probably a good idea--even if my demon tutor bitch lady yells at me tomorrow--because shortly after I got home (after being soaked in the rain coming home), I vomited up a lot of blood and my lunch. Which was pretty effing gross.
Oh, and the guy who was meant to write the other half of a shared essay for english class today didn't. Actually, he was supposed to do his half by last thurseday and email it to me so I could splice it together with mine and hand the finished essay to the teacher as a model essay for the class... So I just handed in my half and yeah, it was a little bitchy of me, but I told the teacher why it wasn't finished and she yelled at him. But to be fair, it was his own damn fault. I'm not going to suffer for him. And anyway, he had the whole weekend to do it before the class. Twat.
So... yeah. That was my day. It kind of blew.