This past week, something ugly got the best of me.
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On the plus side, my husband probably enjoyed the silence this past week. The other night I tolerated the pain long enough to tell him that I thought tongue ulcers could help deter crime. If criminals had tongue ulcers for just two days and were required to eat a sandwich, then I bet we wouldn’t need prisons any longer.
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TweetI’m not going to show a photo. I’m not that cruel, but it is an ulcer on the side of my tongue. It was, apparently, my present following a dental cleaning last week. I don’t blame the dentist, but I will forever associate the timing of the ulcer with that visit. It could be totally unrelated. Could be a virus. Maybe stress. Whatever, it’s not making me smile.
I am miserable like the bottom pumpkin. I just want to smile again and be happy like this little guy.
This has been the most painful experience of my life. It may even rival childbirth contractions. It’s hard to know for sure because the minute that bundle of joy is placed in your arms, you forget the pain. One thing is for sure, I don’t think I will forget this pain. Eating and talking have been excruciating. That’s really bad news because I feel those are the two activities I enjoy and do the best. I’m also bloated for my lack of drinking water because of the pain.
On the plus side, my husband probably enjoyed the silence this past week. The other night I tolerated the pain long enough to tell him that I thought tongue ulcers could help deter crime. If criminals had tongue ulcers for just two days and were required to eat a sandwich, then I bet we wouldn’t need prisons any longer.
He didn’t seem amused by my revelation. “Isn’t that cruel and unusual punishment?” he remarked as he continued to read over the day’s news.
“Yeah, but that was my point. We wouldn’t need prisons because no one would commit a crime after having a tongue ulcer. They are that bad.”
No response. That was about all I mustered to say, then it turned to silence again.
Of course, I also happened to cook a wonderful meal the same night. Every bite I took or every swallow was pure torture. The meal was worth the sacrifice, and every bit of Anbesol in my cabinet, as I ate my way through the meal. I can’t wait to eat this dish pain-free.
Next time, I’m going to roast cauliflower and toss it in, too. I can’t wait to say bon appetit without a grimace.
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