Last week my sweet little Monkey broke out with, what looked like, a couple of canker sores. Poor sugar, didn’t want to eat and grabbed at her mouth when she did eat. I tried to get a good look in there, but being one and a half, she didn’t really get the whole, “Baby, open your mouth and let me see.” She just kept showing me her front teeth.
Well, about the same time, Goose had some sores in her mouth. She’s not a complainer, so I had no idea how bad it probably really was. The next day, we’re with my mom and she’s telling me about a new restaurant she tried. Some sort of foreign food, I can’t remember. Well, her mouth starts hurting, you know, like a hot coffee burn on your tongue. Manageable, but still, yowza!
That was, oh, Wednesday.
Thursday, we were back over there doing a project at her house and she starts talking about her mouth and tongue again. She is really hurting. She tells me that the pain is all down the side of her tongue and she can’t eat and can hardly talk. She digs out a Loritab, pops that sucker, and decides she better go to one of those stand alone hospital things that helps a poor person with burning tongue issues.
We weren’t real keen on her driving after popping the pill so I loaded her up and take her in. While I waited, I enjoyed a few minutes of the movie Eragon and realized that my nails are partially painted. Nice.
She came out with about fourteen different pieces of paper and the news that she has some sort of ulcer break out. eeewww.
Y’all, this was serious pain. Not just “Oh, it feels like a coffee burn. ” but more like, “Dang! This hurts like nothin’ else!” Oh, I was feeling for her.
Now, as she was talking to me about this after her doctor’s visit, I had the strange sensation that my tongue was feeling a bit sorry for her and wanted to “carry the burden.” I shook it off as my imagination and just kept going. Funny, my imagination didn’t let up…oh no…
I told the hubs that my tongue felt weird, but didn’t tell my mom, and we headed home leaving mom to her Loritab and cottage cheese.
Next day, no biggy. Nothing hurt, nothing felt weird, so I went on my merry way to the Single Mom’s Conference I was serving at. I had a job to do! I was the Power Point Queen for the Conference. Thankyouverymuch. My mad clickity-click skills kept the worship team from forgetting their words and added spice to the main speaker. I felt so techy.
Sitting there Friday night, all of the sudden, and I mean all. of. the. sudden. my tongue starts to hurt. It feels just like eating something too hot and feeling it the next day. Totally felt like I had burned my tongue, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember eating something, wincing and grabbing at my mouth or say, “Dang! That’s hot!” Nope, nothing comes to mind.
I kept to my post at the computer and didn’t move even though my tongue was protesting my job. I stayed the course!
As soon as I could find I mirror I stuck out my tongue at myself and eeewww, there were three or four little white bumps on my tongue! Gross! Those pencil tip sized bumps hurt like a banchee! I sent my mom a text knowing she could literally “feel my pain.” I was even tempted to run to her house, swish down some of her prescriptions and get back to the conference. But, I didn’t.
Need less to say, I didn’t get it near as bad as my poor mom, but I did get much sympathy and ice cream.
So, for the last couple of days, my whole family has been kissing on the cheek like we’re Italians and trying very hard not to share drinks, forks, and spit. Some how, Boog and JT both missed the pain. And that tells you that the Hubs has not been getting any good kisses lately. He’s not sad.
I think it has run it’s course, so we’ll all get back to sharing drinks, utensils and kisses. That will be nice, now won’t it?