monday january 21

today i was eating corn for dinner when i became convinced that i had a kernel stuck in the front of my mouth, at the bottom, where my surgery was still healing. unable to get at it with my tongue to fish it out for fear of aggravating the stitches, i hurried to the bathroom to look in the mirror. unable to pull my lip back for fear of aggravating the stitches, i struggled valiantly to lean into the right position to view the bottom of my mouth, where i eventually found no stray corn kernels.