My follow up appointment today with the surgeon who helped me with my mouth went very very well.
These appointments are always nice, because it’s a moment of validation between me and the doctor who I begged for help.
Usually it goes like this: I say I have a problem, I beg for help, I look completely healthy, they’re not totally sure what to believe, but I am adamant I need help.
Then the surgeon cuts me open and indeed finds a problem, confirming that yes, Tara is not a crackpot.
Then we meet for the follow up, all smiles, because I’m happy I got the help I needed, and they’re happy that yes indeed, Tara isn’t a crackpot.
Basically what I was going through this time, was that there was an infection in my mouth that had turned into a cyst, and the cyst was bumping up against my salivary duct, which in turn was causing the blockage of saliva building up in my mouth.
Not to mention the entire experience was causing me to feel really, REALLY sick…I looked totally healthy (of course), where normal people would have looked very sick (with a fever, etc) if they had a cyst in their mouth, but I felt close to death. I was feeling it.
And thankfully, now the problem has been cleaned out, and I just have to keep on keeping on until I get fully better. Probably another week?
I couldn’t believe how much that little infection in my mouth wiped me out…I could barely get out of bed for days on end. I hadn’t been that bedridden in a number of years.l (maybe ever?) There were many moments I thought this problem was going to be the end of me this time.
I don’t feel totally out of the woods yet, but I think it’s just because I was sick so long it’s just going to take a little bit of time to work this out of my system completely…
At least I got validated — it’s nice to have another doctor on my side too. Tara isn’t a crack pot, she doesn’t make things up…if she says something is horribly wrong,
Unfortunately, usually it is.