Novel & Cerita Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit

KIERAN The pills always left a film on my tongue. Bitter, chalky and clinging. I could still taste it when I ran my teeth over the back of my mouth. I remembered the doctors saying something about how the bitterness meant they were working, but I knew better, it meant they were still in me. Still eating at the edges of what was left of my thoughts.

However, the herbal remedy now had a strong bitter taste that made it hard to swallow. Pierce managed to feed Millie some, but she frowned and spat it out in protest. Pierce quickly wiped her mouth before Millie flipped over and curled up into a ball. "Ugh! It tastes disgusting…" Pierce frowned. "Be good. It's bitter, but it'll help you get better. You won't get well if you don't take it." After all, just taking medication for her fever wasn't going to be of much help. But Millie didn't respond.

I called out, trying to catch her attention. The girl's sobs momentarily halted as she looked at me with wide, teary eyes. "I understand that you really want gummies, but did you know that they're not very good for your teeth?" The girl sniffled, still pouting but seemingly intrigued by my words. I continued, "You see, gummies have a lot of sugar in them, and too much sugar can make your teeth hurt and even fall out. But, there's something else we can get that's just as tasty and better for your teeth. Have you ever tried fruit snacks?"

That it wasn't a vitamin pill? He chewed the pills in his mouth, while looking at this woman with downcast eyes, the pills in his mouth, a piece is extremely bitter, not to mention that a large handful of them, he seems to be unable to feel the bitterness of the medicinal flavor that fills his lip cavities, it seems that what he eats is not a very, very bitter pill, he's just chewing gum like that, with no feelings at all. Jane Tong opened her mouth, every time she wanted to say something, but realized, she was not able to say anything.

It had a red color around it which means it was indeed hurting him. But then, it was likewise surprising at how strong he was enduring the pain. “Does it hurt you?” Doctor James asked and he nodded his head. “Very much or a little?” “In between.” Diego replied with a shrug. Doctor James gave him a pain relief drug which he mixed into a little amount of water. As soon as Diego drank it, his face changed to a disgusted one. “That tastes bitter.” Doctor James nodded with a smile. “Bitter things tend to work faster than the sweeter ones.”

The first thing that assaulted his taste buds was salt. A sharp, overwhelming burst that almost made him wince. It was as if someone had poured a sack of salt straight onto his tongue. His throat tightened, but he kept chewing only to be ambushed by another onslaught. The acrid bitterness of something burnt. The char mixed with the salt until his mouth felt like a battlefield of flavors gone wrong.

"What I saw on the way." Terry smiled and raised his hand to rub her head. Jessica has been taking a lot of medicine for the past few days because she had a cold. Now, she can't taste anything in her mouth and feels bland. She also has a poor appetite for meals. On the way driving over, he happened to see a Madam holding a big stick of sugar-coated haws sitting on a stone stool at the intersection ahead. He immediately pulled over and bought a bunch. The hawthorn was sour. Jessica took a bite and tasted the sweetness mixed with the sourness. Her bland mouth, which had been tasteless for several days, finally had some flavor.

“And he can easily fall sick if he eats sweets in excess.” “Sweets can cause sickness?” Liam's eyes gaped. “Yes, it can cause teeth ache and can also make your teeth brown and smelly. Do you want that?” I asked. Shaking his head fervently, he said. “No, mummy. I don't want brown teeth. I want white teeth. I don't want ice cream for lunch anymore.” “That's good, baby.” I said, ruffling his hair, as his twin returned with a drawing paper.

They would no longer smile at him or bother with him, let alone give him any candy. The candy in his mouth had just begun to melt. He could taste the filling beneath the sugarcoat, which was supposed to be sweet and sour. Yet, he could only taste bitterness in his mouth as he quivered uncontrollably.

I respect him for that, so I turn to him. “Gerard, Sabine. Why is she still unconscious?” I make sure to lace my voice with a bit of concern, make sure my expression is one of the same. “I should ask you, huh. Have you even been letting her eat you bastard! She’s skin and bone!” Sabine shouts at me, her teeth elongate and tears in her eyes. “I have, she just has been throwing up every evening. I can’t help she can’t stomach Spanish food.” I keep my tone short, my annoyance about the situation leaking into it.