So, I went to an appointment today with an oral surgeon for what I thought would be a "lesion removal" on my tongue. My dentist told me to just get it removed for "peace of mind". So, Nate took the afternoon off to go with me for moral support, and since I have blood pressure and panic attack issues after these sorts of appointments. We are sitting in the waiting room ready to be seen as I fill out yet more pages of "medical history". About half way through I stop, Nate looks at me and then at my paper. I say to Nate," I think I'm just a mess". He lovingly replies "you THINK??" We both laugh as the receptionist gives us a funny look (I guess most people don't laugh in their office). I handed her my completed papers and I'm sure she could not figure out why we were laughing, I don't care! The nurse gets me all prepped for what the "procedure" will involve. It doesn't sound pretty but all I could see was....... relief (mental, physical, emotional)!!! The oral surgeon walks in, takes one look in my mouth and says something like "that is nothing to worry about, it might be annoying but, I'm not removing it today." Upon further poking and pulling on my tongue he noticed that my left bottom teeth were at a greater "slant" than the right side. His theory is--> that the tongue is just getting pinched in the gap it creates with my top teeth while I grind my teeth at night! If the professional, expensive dentist made mouthguard doesn't get rid of it then we will consider a biopsy/removal. So, there you have it. I'm a mess :-) But, at least I don't have stiches in my tongue yet!!! You'd never know it but I really, really hate drama, yet it always seems to find me anyway :-(
Oh and, PS- Dear doctors, your statistics no longer comfort me!!!!!