Sunday, December 13.--Today I found a little soreness on the edge of my tongue, which
the next day spread to my gums, then to my lips, which inflamed, swelled, and, the skin
bursting, bled considerably. Afterward, the roof of my mouth was extremely sore so that I
could chew nothing. To this was added a continual spitting. I knew a little rest would cure
all. But this was not to be had; for I had appointed to be at Sheerness on Wednesday, the
sixteenth. Accordingly, I took horse between five and six and came thither between five and
six in the evening.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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