Biting My Lip
It’s my parents ruby wedding anniversary, so King Russell, Fat Sister and I made the two hour drive back to where they live to celebrate with them and their friends. It was a lovely day but I found sitting in the car for that long quite a challenge, especially during my ‘ticcing fits’. On the way home I had one that lasted an hour and forty-five minutes – the longest since I ended up in hospital.
Fat Sister sat in the back and helped me. For about an hour and a half of the fit she was holding my mouth in a pouting position to stop my jaw clenching over my bottom lip. This started fairly immediately and has left me with a fat lip, but without Fat Sister’s intervention it would be even fatter.
“Wrap up Christmas and send it to somewhere that needs it more.”