There is a hole in my tongue. There is a hole in my tongue. Did you hear me? THERE. IS. A HOLE. IN. MY. TONGUE. As I was suffering in the dental chair today, I had an "overactive tongue" as the dentist said, and he drilled a hole in it. Now when it happened, I was all doped up. He said "Oops. I just nicked your tongue." I shrugged. He laughed at my nonchalance. Little did I know it didn't hurt because I COULDN'T FEEL ANYTHING. Driving home with dh, I decided to check out this "nick" in my taster. It's a hole. It's bigger than an earring hole. And when I move my tongue, it moves, too. Has this happened to any of you? It hurts like hell. It's like a little mouth, on my tongue, taunting me. Suffice it to say, I've been very, very quiet.
As for the girl non blog, I HAVE NO TIME. All the hours? Just seemed to have miraculously disappeared. Any organizational people out there? I seem to have dropped my watch and do my best of the White Rabbit "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date." EVERY. MINUTE. OF. EVERY DAY. Last time I was this far behind was oh, ummm, puberty.
There's a hole in my tongue. Over-obsessed, over and out.