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A fat lip. My upper lip. No one punched me, though I suppose there are a few people who might like to. I don't know what happened. It occurred since breakfast, I think, very soon after. It's not a crisis, I don't think. It's a significant swelling, perhaps by a factor of three, but so long as it has stopped, I don't see us going to a clinic.
When I force my memory and imagination to come up with a story of what happened, the best I can come up with is that I took in some of the Irish Spring soap, when I was washing my hands and rinsing out my mouth, and that I am having an allergic reaction, but this is practically a wild guess.
For now, I am being optimistic and assuming the best, that this swelling will reverse itself, if not by day's end, then by the time I wake up tomorrow.
When I force my memory and imagination to come up with a story of what happened, the best I can come up with is that I took in some of the Irish Spring soap, when I was washing my hands and rinsing out my mouth, and that I am having an allergic reaction, but this is practically a wild guess.
For now, I am being optimistic and assuming the best, that this swelling will reverse itself, if not by day's end, then by the time I wake up tomorrow.
