Sometimes life just won't let you live.
I feel kind of like Woody Allen's character in Love and Death, where he recounts the woes of his life, concluding with a small sore on the inside of his lower lip.
** My grandfather has colon cancer, and it has metastasized.
** Another family member is an alcoholic, and we're reaching the limit of what we can do for him.
** And I do in fact have a nasty spot on the inside of my mouth.
Wounds on thge inside of the mouth actually heal faster than damage to the skin. But it sure doesn't seem that way when you have one.
I bit the inside of my right cheek the other day, and it hurt so badly that I couldn't take solid food for three days.
Oh, well. I'm trying to lose weight anyway.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "This is not a good week to go crazy. Try to postpone that and other recreational activities."\\
2 comments:
Oh, dear. You may be stuck with that mouth sore for awhile. Stress reduces the body's capacity to heal.
My husband has a t-shirt for periods like this. It says: "Oh, crap, you're going to try to cheer me up, aren't you?"
I'm not going to do anything so crude as try to cheer you up. Alcoholism and cancer all by themselves are enough to put anybody through hell, and here you are with both. That sucks, and my pretending everything'll be all right wouldn't keep them from sucking. You personally can survive this. For your dad and for Tesfaye, all you can do is the best you can do. Have as many good times with them as you can, and don't push yourself past your capacity.
slow like honey
heavy with mood.
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