It just dawned on me today why I’ve got the extra-sore mouth so early in the process.  It’s because I’m an oddball.  An oddball at least when it comes to having sensitive lining.

Coffee time these past few years has been just that.  It’s time enjoying a cup, or two, of coffee.  No hurry.  However, over the years whenever I did order a cup of joe that I wanted to drink without having the cup sit in front of me forever, I always asked for an ice cube or two.  That way I could in fact start drinking the coffee without waiting for 15 minutes to take the first sip.

When it’s coffee time, I pour the coffee and it’s minimum 10 minutes before I can touch the stuff.  GV on the other hand can start sipping immediately.  I’ve tried to sip hot beverages relatively soon after they were served, but always ended up getting burnt and regretting that sip.  We all know what a burnt lip, tongue, mouth, or throat feels like from eating or drinking something too hot.  Even the densest of people don’t need to repeat getting burnt from hot liquids before they learn not to.

So really, it’s never ceased to amaze me how most people can dive right into hot coffee or tea, hot soup, a slice of hot pizza and me just watching and waiting.  I’ve been with many folks over the years who’ve been more than half finished their hot whatever before I’ve been able to begin.  So the light bulb flashing today told me that radiation most probably works similar.  I’ve just got sensitive interior lining.  The nurses were surprised by the fast development of my welts, so this must be proof of this sensitivity.

Psychologically it’s a little relieving knowing that my p factor is really not as great as it may have been.  After all, the welts are huge and the pain meds, not doing much.  Luckily I did find an over-the-counter liquid ointment called Anbesol which can be dabbed onto the sores and they remain at half intensity for about 15 minutes.

I had one of the most difficult sales meetings I’ve ever had this afternoon.  Would not have gone but it was important.  Just prior to walking into the meeting I dabbed Anbesol around the mouth and was able to talk for a while.  Then in the middle of the meeting, I had to excuse myself to go dab some more.  By the end of the meeting I felt like I was talking with a speech impediment.  I was surprised that they didn’t ask what the problem was as I was talking delicately and with a weird pronunciation.  Surely they were being polite and letting me have a moment.

Bottom line for the last day of the third week — my mouth is a wreck.  It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone.  And, the kind of pain that will finally drive me to meditation.  I’ve got to learn how to take time out of the day and embrace this.  Meditation might be the answer.  Well, meditation and pain meds.

To prove how radiation can effect even the strongest of creatures, the little guy below (about as long as my index finger), seems to have collapsed after his rad treatment today. He (or she) didn’t make it out of the hospital.  The blue doors is the entrance to radiation treatment.