|At the oral surgeon's office this morning before my appointment. My mouth is shut now for the next 36 hours. Probably the first time in my life I won't make a sound for that long. Hallelujah.|
Good morning folks. I just returned from having oral surgery on this fine, sunny day. Finally we got a day without rain and here I am visiting yet another doctor, an oral surgeon this time. This is payback for all those times I teased my Mother during the last years of her life that her life was nothing but a series of doctor's visits. Here I am folks, yet another doctor to add to my list of doctors who are trying to keep this old (74) body together for a few more years of fabulous times.
So what happened folks that caused me to see an oral surgeon? Well, here's the deal. A few weeks ago during my routine dental visit, my dentist noticed a white spot under the right side of my tongue. He suggested that I might want to see an oral surgeon to have a biopsy taken. And of course what goes unsaid but you all understand the implication . . . . cancer.
So this morning at 11 am I traveled yet again down treacherous Route One, looking for yet another doctor's office. I'm losing track folks of the doctors I've seen since I've "retired to Delaware."
I found his office without too much trouble, it was nearby the Giant supermarket.
Fast forward, the good doctor examined the white spot beneath my tongue and suggested taking a biopsy just to rule out cancer. However, he needed my permission. I could do it later or this morning. I thought about it for about thirty seconds and opted for NOW.
After signing all the papers (liability issues), I got the needle in my tongue to numb the area where he was going to cut (cauterize) the affected area of my tongue. As you can imagine the needle didn't feel too good. As a matter of fact, it was quite painful but that seems to be my lot in life now as I enter my Twilight Years. Painful procedures. Tortuous, painful prep for painful, uncomfortable, inconvenient procedures.
The taking of the biopsy didn't take too long. I didn't feel a thing actually. In fact, may tongue is still numb but I know that once the anesthesia wears off I'll be in more pain. Welcome to my world.
Now here's the good thing, depending on your perspective, I cannot talk for twenty-four to thirty- six hours. I have to keep my tongue perfectly still. Now you know me not talking if going to be painful to ME, Chatty Cathy that I am.
Another directive is that I eat NOTHING but soft, cold foods for the first twenty-four hours. The second twenty-four hours I can eat soft, warm food. Looks I'm eating smoothies today and warm soup tomorrow. And he and his assistant were very clear that I was to eat nothing hot or spicy. And folks, you know I like hot and spicy food (just like my men) so you know this is going to be a major sacrifice for me. I don't know which is worse, not talking or not eating my hot and spicy. One thing is for sure, someone I know around here (Bill) is going to get a major break.
So there we go folks. My latest medical adventure. I was sort of hoping for a break (no pun intended, please no more "breaks" - thinking of my new bicycle that I have to pick up).
One day at a time folks. One day at a time. At least it's stopped raining as attested by my new banner photo taken of my backyard this morning.
Have a great day folks! And if you're in good health, thank your lucky stars!