Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Last Friday, I started having some pain in my mouth. At first, it was located in the lower back, where my wisdom teeth used to be, but then it moved to the front right side of my tongue. It got more and more painful and became rather unpleasant to look at. By Saturday, I had developed a headache to go with it and was having difficulty talking and eating. Some might say that's a good thing, but it wasn't much fun.
On Monday, I called my doctor and he referred me to an ear, nose, and throat specialist. I made an appointment for Tuesday morning and here I am in the doctor's office. Of course, my assumption, closet hypochondriac that I am, was that it was cancer and I had just months or weeks to live. Hold the dancing, though -- it turns out it's not the big C. It's an ulcer of some sort (I didn't catch that) much like a canker sore (whatever that is). So, it will go away on its own in a week or so.
Nonetheless, the doctor checked everything out, feeling around in my mouth and even using a special tool to open up and look inside my nose (I think the adult women in the audience may be familiar with the device's big brother). Other than the ulcer, my mouth looks pretty good.
My uvula, however, has a bit of extra tissue hanging down which she thinks is responsible for my easy gag reflex. She said it could be removed, but didn't seem all that interested in having it done. I might pursue that a little further, though, if it could clear up some of the problems I have in that area.
Currently, I'm waiting around for a hearing test which, believe it or not, has nothing to do with my tongue. I just asked if she thought I should make an appointment to have someone like her check my hearing or if I should just go to the little booth at Costco. She said definitely to have someone like her check it out, so the next thing I know she's signing me up for a hearing test.
I've been having trouble hearing -- or at least I think I have. It seems like Rachel is always mumbling things and she's always asking if the TV has to be so loud. The problem is, if it's not loud, I just hear a, well, mumbling sound and it drives me crazy. So, we'll check it out and see what -- if anything -- is wrong with my hearing. It could, of course, be all in my imagination.
Update: While my hearing isn't especially great, it is in the range of normal. So I guess Rachel must just have very good hearing.