The 12th of May. Yep I started my day off by being stabbed in the tongue. I was up at half seven for time to make porridge and coffee before we left for the dental hospital at half nine.
I saw a chap I'm sure I've never met before but knows an awful lot about me. He had a look and a feel, asked me about my drugs and photopheresis, then said he didn't think the steroid injection was necessary, just stronger steroid mouthwash, but he'd consult with Mrs. Richards first. She came to look and feel (along with another doctor who just came to peer) and she disagreed; I needed the injection in both sides of my tongue. So then it was all drawn up - an injection of local anaesthetic in both sides, and an injection in each side too. I am not going to lie, it was pretty painful, but it is not the worst thing I've ever had done. Then we left with a prescription for Flixonase mouthwash and spray (it's for your nose, but I'm to use it in my mouth. Whatever), an appointment for two weeks' time, and my tongue feeling thrice its usual size.
I wasn't allowed to eat or drink until the anaesthetic wore off, so to distract me, we went shopping to get Daddy a shirt for the wedding. By the time we got home, it was lunchtime, but I had to wait a little while longer before I could have my Hello Kitty pasta. I wasn't quite ready for anything remotely seasoned yet. For the rest of the afternoon, I have watched tv and read this month's magazine from Stack, which was Offscreen, about peoples of the internet. I love getting stuff delivered to my house that I would never otherwise find. It's almost like having Borders back.
The 13th of May.
I think today was the "it gets worse before it gets better" day. In terms of my tongue. The main ulcer is pretty vast, but the rest seems under control. I am just crossing my fingers that it now starts to improve.
I had a not particularly exciting morning, roaming Pinterest for hair inspiration. I don't know what colour(s) I want, what cut. I will probably go and just give them free rein like I always do. I just know I want something vibrant.
This afternoon, I worked out while chromecasting Buffy from Netflix. Becky texted me at the end to check that we were in, which distracted me so I forgot to stretch. So that'll be fun tomorrow.
She had a little rant at us about life and we placated her with tea and chocolate brownie. Daddy had a stressful day too so he was glad to come home to food and rest and hugs.
Ohh my tongue is sore. I really hope this new, more potent mouthwash works sooner rather than later.
