Inflammatory Speech and Bumpy Roads
Art and Exploration, Deep Thoughts | (11)
My mouth was inflammatory. Or my gums were flaming my sense of well-being. Whatever you want to call it, I ended up with half my face in a state of paralysis for a week or so, dribbling coffee on my keyboard and leaving a trail of food crumbs behind after every meal. And that was easy compared to the rest of my unsettled life, everyone seemed to have health issues, I spent one morning helping someone choose their first course of HIV therapy, which left me feeling - well, it left me feeling quiet I suppose, and there were other ...