While babysitting last night, I got “tied up” with ribbon, turned into a zombie, and cut my tongue. Now, I’m a mute. Okay, not really. While playing, one of the little kids I was playing with accidentally hit my lower jaw incredibly hard and in the process, my teeth sliced up the side of my tongue.
“Ouch! I bit my tongue!”
Normally, this would be no big deal. It happens all the time, right? Well, now I was tasting blood. Upon later inspection, I discovered I had sliced up the left side of my tongue. It hurt to move it – meaning it also hurt to eat and talk.
Needless to say, I have become a “man of few words” today.