I have an ulcer. Most people get rid of them in a few days. Not me. Mine seem to stick around for WEEKS. As long as I keep my mouth shut...not a problem. But that's a problem for me. Not because I love talking (I do..but I can control myself). It's a problem because people assume I am snobby when I don't talk or smile. Truth is: I am in PAIN. Wet your panties and let tears run down your cheeks kind of pain. Seriously, would you want to talk much less smile knowing that would be the reward?!
I am sure by now the infection is within whatever is smaller than a millimeter from eating through my ENTIRE cheek, and soon, I will have an enormous hole in my cheek. Yep, totally sure of it. And what became of my immune system?! Isn't that supposed to fight off infections? Why isn't it working? Come onnnnnnnnn, Body! Work, work, worrrrrrrrrrk!!!
How ridiculous are ulcers?! I wish I were one of those people who were blessed never to have one. I am jealous of non-ulcer-getting people.
And now, I need to go to bed. Knowing that when I wake up, my ulcer will have intertwined itself into a strip of metal also known as my retainer and I will have to pull the burning flesh away from the wire and this will cause water to flow freely from my body.
If it just wouldn't burn, Mr. Ulcer (gotta be a male...) and I would get along perfectly. But, he has to burn.
Okay, enough. While Ulceeeeeeeerrrr (prounounced w/ a French accent) multiplies his ugliness, I need my beauty sleep.
It wouldn't be me if I didn't have an end note that was positive. God knows every ulcer I will ever get.
Love,
J
