THAT WAS OCTOBER

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October ends with me feeling sorry for myself after having my wisdom teeth extracted a few days ago. The procedure itself went well; I think I had heard so many horror stories about broken jaws and purple bruised faces that I was pleasantly surprised when I came around. That was until the general anaesthetic wore off and my body decided to punish me. Five days since I ate solid food and the hanger is palpable.

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