ouch.
I was nervous going in, but as soon as they pricked the back of my hand and stuck the oxygen nose-doohickey on, things got better. Dr. Clark & crew were professionals, of course.
Upon leaving, man, I felt fine. FINE. My tongue felt massive, at least twice the size of my mouth, and my knees a little like jelly, but otherwise, AOK.
Jump ahead two hours: ahhh fuck. Pure, stinging misery. Swallowing sucks. I'm on a steady diet of banana popsicles and mushroom soup. The side of it is bruised. The tip of it stings. My jaw is sore. And seriously, I can hardly swallow my own saliva.
This makes continuing to write 50 or 60 more pages even more difficult.
Right now, I'm watching bad comic-booky action movies and "recovering."
Soon -- very soon -- I'm going to have to get back to the writing. With a vengeance.
Despite my tongue.
Upon leaving, man, I felt fine. FINE. My tongue felt massive, at least twice the size of my mouth, and my knees a little like jelly, but otherwise, AOK.
Jump ahead two hours: ahhh fuck. Pure, stinging misery. Swallowing sucks. I'm on a steady diet of banana popsicles and mushroom soup. The side of it is bruised. The tip of it stings. My jaw is sore. And seriously, I can hardly swallow my own saliva.
This makes continuing to write 50 or 60 more pages even more difficult.
Right now, I'm watching bad comic-booky action movies and "recovering."
Soon -- very soon -- I'm going to have to get back to the writing. With a vengeance.
Despite my tongue.