Around 4 days ago I was in a fight, well ... yeah ok a fight, and without going into detail about what happened he basically hit me with a pretty good punch into the side of the jaw. Which resulted in me getting a busted lip. Which at the time wasn't too bad.
But I wake up at around six, coughing to which I covered my mouth only to cough out some blood onto my hand. So I went down to the bathroom mirror to rinse out my mouth to see that my whole face is covered in blood. I spit out some more blood and I'm trying to figure out what is causing this amount of bleeding.
But in that sense I decide to rinse out my mouth with salt water to clean out the cuts that was forcing blood to fill up in my mouth.
I knew this was going to hurt, and it actually took me a bit of mental motivation to get me to endure such a painful hardship.
After that... well lets say it was one of the most agonizing things that I have experienced in a while. It was actually mind numbingly painful.
So now I'm sitting in my bed with my mouth throbbingly painful, stuffed with a heap of cotton wool to absorb the blood. And for some reason I have had the urge to tell you this story.
I am also thinking of how much a prick that guy is :), what an ass.
Peace out people.
-JB
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