I have a painful bleeding lump under my tongue. I felt it getting painful last night, but I figured my tongue hurt cuz I hadn’t had my barbell in for a couple days and I had just put it back in, so I went to bed and ignored it. This morning I wake up and my mouth hurts like I got socked in the teeth. So I ignore it a little more and crawl into the shower and do my thing. Ow hurts, forget it, ow hurts, forget. So I start to brush my teeth and by this point it really feels wacky. I am not quite thinking clearly, I just got up. So I manage to forget about it until I get to my desk this morning. After some random exploration of the inside of my mouth with the tip of my tongue I feel this bump. Switch tongue to right side of mouth, no bump, no pain, hmmm, maybe that bump is not supposed to be there? So I bust out the mirror and yank the tongue out of the way and I have a pea sized lump next to the frontal salivary gland, not the gland itself, but leading up to it. So figuring it is maybe just a blockage of some type I grab it and squeeze. Which causes it to start bleeding profusely. I am now drooling blood and spit while frantically trying to find a tissue before someone walks into my office and thinks I am a rabid vampire. Reason #1 why my morning sucks. I know I now have to either wait for it to go away or go see a doctor because I have cancer or something. Cancer I can handle, seeing the doctor is an entirely different thing.
It still hurts, this entry has been sitting here doing nothing for almost two hours as I have been busy here at work. I am dealing with work drama. Somebody ROOTED through my shit and found my paycheck stub from yesterday and proceeded to BITCH about the fact that I make more than she did when she started…. 9 YEARS AGO… She then proceeded to bitch to other people, and unfortunately, everyone here likes me and can’t stand her stank ass. So she picked the wrong person to fuss about. You know, despite how much I make, (under ten an hour) I still have barely enough to get me through the month. One of my checks doesn’t even cover our rent, so I don’t see why she thinks she has the right to bitch. It’s not 1994 anymore, things are more expensive now that we have gas powered people movers and all that other fandangled newfound shite. I am so going to quit. Go work with Jeff, which would be great fun. I would make more cash, which is for damned sure.
My kitten gets neutered next week. I think he knows…
More later, possibly.
~ B.e.D.
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