Some of us live in constant pain, pain that is not considered pain. Some of us live in constant pain, terminal pain. I have been up since 12 am, trying to suppress the torture that 'being human' has placed on me. How do you enjoy life when the little things that ought to give you joy, turn to emotional and physical agony? All my life, I have watched people eat meat without thinking twice. I have watched people laugh after eating meat while I try to laugh along, toothpick in hand.
Am I not disabled? Having dentition that allows the swift entry of meat through my teeth but prevents the swift exit. Everybody eats suya and is happy. I eat suya, I try to be happy. One sharp and masterful insertion of toothpick to remove the 'disease causing intruder' leads to several missed attempts. Well, now I know why being a surgeon wouldnt have been the best career choice.
Another attempt to remove the stuck piece and someone reminds me that it is bad to use toothpicks. I am told to allow the intruder come out at its own will. Apparently, some association of dentists think it's the best, I don't. My teeth, my mouth, my pain! I 'chook' the toothpick again. Relief! The enemy is out. I taste salt in my mouth. I know the familiar taste of blood from constant 'chooking'. I grab a bottle of water, aha, good to go.
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My friend orders another round of suya. I should say no but, that would be rude. Plus, it will be unfair to the cow that had to die. Nobody wants to be rejected, even in death.
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Hands on, toothpick out! Another round of 'chooking'.
Am I not disabled? Having dentition that allows the swift entry of meat through my teeth but prevents the swift exit. Everybody eats suya and is happy. I eat suya, I try to be happy. One sharp and masterful insertion of toothpick to remove the 'disease causing intruder' leads to several missed attempts. Well, now I know why being a surgeon wouldnt have been the best career choice.
Another attempt to remove the stuck piece and someone reminds me that it is bad to use toothpicks. I am told to allow the intruder come out at its own will. Apparently, some association of dentists think it's the best, I don't. My teeth, my mouth, my pain! I 'chook' the toothpick again. Relief! The enemy is out. I taste salt in my mouth. I know the familiar taste of blood from constant 'chooking'. I grab a bottle of water, aha, good to go.
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My friend orders another round of suya. I should say no but, that would be rude. Plus, it will be unfair to the cow that had to die. Nobody wants to be rejected, even in death.
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Hands on, toothpick out! Another round of 'chooking'.
Winnie have i mentioned how much i love your reads? The stuck meet in between teeth is familiar,so is the 'traitor' vegetable that sticks to your front teeth and make you look stupid while flashing your 'cutest' smile.
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