For some reason, the tongue is still the biggest issue. It’s now not just the sides, but the entire tongue. The open sores on the sides are still there, but the issue is the entire tongue. At times, it just feels like it’s on fire. Ice cubes don’t help. At other times, it feels like it’s locked inside a gripping pair of pliers. Either way, it’s a track stopper.
My weight is not something I can post. It’s just too embarrassing. More like sick. Let’s put it this way: under 140. Physically though, I don’t feel bad.
It’s all about the mouth. There are times when the pain from the tongue grabs the entire left side of the jaw, including the teeth on both the upper and lower as well as the ear. And it’s all inside, buried deep. The nerve endings (or maybe beginnings) are having a pain party whether I like it or not.
So I’m doing whatever any red blooded human would do, I’m increasing the pain med level. Which means that I’ve got to increase movement assistance meds.
This week I made my own batch of miracle mouth wash. Talked a pharmacist into giving me the mix ratio and had the key ingredient already, lidocane. Just had to mix in equal parts benodryl and an antacid and–vuala. Now armed with a new batch of miracle mouth wash, I can be seen walking anywhere close to my apartment with my mouth closed, and full of MM.
And yes, it does feel like something has been accomplished that five full weeks are behind me. What lies in front is still a bit of an unknown. With a heavy portion of resolve and a bucket or two of luck, hopefully it won’t be too drastic.