could see me. They didn’t at first, but after hearing the commotion they came over to investigate. It was two women and one man taking a stroll, each with a beverage in hand. I could see a beer bottle and two mugs of hot chocolate. My prayers had been answered.They didn’t understand my dilemma until they came right up to the pole. I was trying to tell them to pour the hot chocolate on my lips, but they didn’t understand. I heard the man tell the other two to go get help. Unfortunately, the two with the hotter of the drinks left. I didn’t want beer put on my lips, but I was desperate. Through my motions, the man finally comprehended what I wanted him to do. So he poured it onto the lips I could no longer feel. I pulled hard enough that my lips came off the pole, but my tongue was still plastered. After a final yank of desperation, my tongue ripped off the pole.I sprinted to the condo, leaving a trail of blood. I raced in, ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Glancing into the mirror, I expected to see no lips and no tongue. They were there, just extremely bloody.I cleaned up, came out, and got some warm cloths for my mouth. I didn’t need to do much explaining because the people who helped me out there lived downstairs. My parents were concerned at the least, but I know they found it quite a humorous situation.The next day when I woke up, by lips were swollen, sagging down to my chin. I had no taste buds on the tip of my tongue, either. The rest of my vacation consisted of pain, and nothing but. Recalling it as one of the dumbest things I have ever done, the thought to do it again has never crossed my mind. ...
