I had oral surgery today so I might be a bit loopy since I’m typing this on Vicodin. I’m not really a fan of having to take pills. I have a micro-esophagus so I have to take pills with water and have to take them one at a time. When I was eighteen, a pill got caught in my tiny esophagus and caused an ulcer. The irony is that I’d been teasing my younger sister saying she was going to get an ulcer because she stressed so much about everything. She laughed at me a bit. I totally deserved it.
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