My tongue was more gory but it’s rude to poke that out without a warning. This is the morning after a night on the towels. Actually it wasn’t that bad. No towels required for drooling blood – just a cast iron stomach from gulping goo.
I have been doing prophylactic injections for my latest period but stopped those yesterday morning when things eased off down below.
It amazes me however how quickly things get back to normal, or in my case – way below normal. Last night my gums bled from when I brushed my teeth at around 10pm, until after I got up at 9am this morning. My lips weren’t too bad really. They have been known to completely stick together, so much so that I would win any sponsored silence by a very clear length. This morning they were, as you can see, just a little bloody. The way yours might look after a few too many red wines. Not how I would like to answer the door admittedly but far from scary to passing passersby peeping through my curtains.
Luckily, as is sometimes the case, things seemed to clot off once I’d had my breakkie, mebbe it’s the ice cold milk on my crispies?? I didn’t need to shoot up this time.
And therein lies a common conundrum – to shoot up or not to shoot up – that is my question…