Anecdote #62: Recently, when I was home for Christmas and awake in bed, my Mom was getting me up while, at the same time, brushing her teeth and speaking to me about the days plans. Suddenly, her toothpaste foam had turned pink! "Mom!" I'd exclaimed. "Your mouth is bleeding!". "Oh dammid, I cud ma tun on a brusheda las wek and is haddent heald yed!", she plerbeded. During my three day visit, Mom's tongue bled red randomly. I suppose it was always the settings (church) and situations (family dinner) that made it feel most gruesome and
disturbing.