Dumb, But Not Numb.

Today, I had a growth removed from my tongue. It was a relatively large growth, but it was a relatively short procedure. Not counting the time it took me to fill out my waiver, I was in and out in thirty minutes. As I walked home, things weren't so bad, but now, the anesthetic has worn off and I'm in . . . not really pain, just discomfort.

I called my mother to let her know things went okay, and to share my pain discomfort, but it turns out that talking isn't so fun now that the anesthetic is gone. I was talking up a storm in the surgeon's office (well, laconicking up a drizzle, anyway), but now it's a bit trickier. I got a stitch, and the pull of the one stitch is a bit painful when I try to speak. So the talking is out for me for a day. Thus, telephoning turns out not to be such a great idea. I told her to contact me by AIM, but she hasn't, for reasons unknown to me.

In general, I'm just really stressed. It's kind of like the feeling when you've got an itch that you're very deliberately not scratching. You tense up and can't quite focus because of it. Of course, that's not what it feels like, and I seriously doubt that scratching my tongue will do anything at all helpful. Luckily, I planned ahead and took the day off of work, so I don't need to worry about getting to sleep, something I don't think I can do at the moment anyway.

But the news is that I'm fine, just perturbed.

Also, hey LJ, I'm still alive, yes.