Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Bloody Tongue
So last night I feel something in my mouth.
I spit in the sink.
I spit again.
I show Wifey my tongue.
Not a lot of concern there.
I look in the mirror. I'm Gene Simmons. Blood all over my tongue.
I brush my teeth.
I assume it's nothing.
(Bloody tongue is never nothing)
(Bloody tongue is cancer)
(You know it, I know it)
I go to bed.
I'm thinking about my bloody tongue.
Midnight. Bloody Tongue.
My mind is racing.
WebMD on the iphone. Google 'Bloody Tongue'.
Could be bacteria. Could be cancer.
I know it's cancer. It has to be.
2:47 am. Tossing turning. Cancer treatments dance thru my head.
Can I live without a tongue?
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It's freaking me out.
I get up again. I rinse my mouth. I spit.
It's now 4:38am.
My cancer is gone!!
The blood turned out to be a Brachs Cinnamon Hard Candy I forgot I had around 10:00 last night.
How brushing my teeth didn't get rid of it the first time I have no idea.
Did I forget to brush my tongue?
I usually brush my tongue. With a toothbrush, not a hairbrush
I'll tell you about the hairy tongue another time....