Chloe had her first teeth cleaning a few days ago. It was an ordeal. We fretted over the risks of anesthesia. We felt horrible about the stress she'd go through. But we knew it had to be done. For her health and well-being. We dropped her off early in the morning, gave her lots of kisses, and told her the doctor was going to take really good care of her. "Be right back," we said. So it turned out, there was one bad tooth that showed signs of resorption, which is when the body
If I had a dollar for every minute of nosebleed I have endured... I'd have at least enough money for my monthly phone bill. And maybe some left over to buy myself a chocolate treat. Which would then perhaps cause another nosebleed. But alas, there is no nosebleed fairy to pay me out for all of these nose-bleeding minutes. So it's all been in vain. Is there any point to all of this bloodshed? I ask myself. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. All this blood I've shed.