salty surprise.

Imagine my surprise today, when walking to my work van, I suddenly felt a large mucous-y, liquid ball form in the back of my throat.  I unleashed the gob, which promptly splashed down and splattered into a chaotic red swirl.  It seemed like an awfully large amount of blood for a simple cut in my mouth.  Upon entering the van, I opened my mouth and looked at my glands.  All that was missing were the CSI investigators.  It was a bloodbath.

I bled until my stomach hurt, saw my ENT, and discovered that quitting smoking isn’t just about fighting urges.  It’s about cleaning, and cleaning happens on it’s own, and it can be horrifying.

I now have two boys in grade school.

Man, that made me feel old.

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