Teeth
When I brushed my teeth last night I spat blood, lots of it. This is a good thing: it means that whatever’s going on down there in my wisdom tooth, it’s leaking out rather than bottling up and abscessing under pressure.
I have an appointment to have the thing out tomorrow afternoon, so in twenty-four hours I’ll be speaking in that peculiar set of consonants that’s reserved for Portuguese and the victims of the dental profession.
I have an appointment to have the thing out tomorrow afternoon, so in twenty-four hours I’ll be speaking in that peculiar set of consonants that’s reserved for Portuguese and the victims of the dental profession.