It was a normal Monday. I got out of bed. Brushed my teeth. Then had a shower. I dropped my sisters to school, as usual. It was only when I reached the bus stop that I felt it in my mouth. That disgusting taste.

Last week I got my tonsils taken out as I had tonsillitis and at the end of the operation the pain had finally stopped but not entirely, I would  sudden sharp pains as if someone was scratching my throat, at the time I just assumed it was normal symptoms after the operation. It wasn’t. The piercing painful part of the operation  is that they ran out of anaesthetic and had to perform the operation without it. They told me they hadn’t seen any records of the operation being performed without anaesthetic and encorouged that I take some painkillers and do the operation another time. My stubbornness beat me, I refused and they went to get their tools for the operation. Why didn’t I just wait! I think to myself. Now. As I lie in this revolting place.