Tails47 wrote:
Field Medic= School nurse= Make you feel better by making hasty assumptions... then feebly try to save you while you die using meager knowledge.
Actually, my nurse was quite compitent. She insisted that I go straight to the doctor when my stepdad picked me up, and she, like my mom, was right.
And, DK, I wasn't so much spitting, as I was sipping from a cup of water and using that to help get the blood out...And, yes, a good deal of spitting. What hurts more is swallowing, and moving my jaw, which spitting doesn't require much, and eating effing anything, and moving any part of my body too fast. And riding the bus this morning and afternoon. And not even eating half a meal yesterday. A tenth of a subway sandwich (don't say it), torn into small pieces, which I somehow wrangled into my mouth, mashed against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, and swallowed mostly whole. Oh, and some rice from a teriaki place. Came with small chicken and thin beef, all in pieces small enough to swallow. Finished that when I got home from school today. Considered making a subway sandwich smoothie using a blender, but it'd been in the fridge overnight, and would've broken the blades...And now I'm rambling. Because it's late, and I'm tired. I'd better go to sleep. Peace out, peeps.