THE MOUTH...oh god, the mouth...

…it’s mushy.

Chipmunk-cheeked and mushy!

An uncontrollable, paralysed drool machine that is preventing me from eating dinner.

I’m hugging a bottle of Advil as I write this…closely!

I was going to blog about another topic…but BLOODY HELL I hate going to the dentist!

Yes, I know my mouth health is vital…

…but MUST it come via procedures that amount to being the love child of Torquemada AND Dr. Szell from Marathon Man?

Food…so desperately need food… :-(