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sessifetIn a classic 'well, if I can't do that fun thing, I will damned well do this fun thing even though I'm technically not well enough to do either' move, I had my tongue pierced. The explanation as to what the piercer was going to do and deciding the best placing took the most time. The actual deed itself was done in 45 seconds or so. Not painful or anything, so yay. Very nice lady.
My care sheet says 'consider going to a liquid diet'. They should've just said 'Be warned, you (probably) won't be able to eat normal foods because you've just had a huge ass metal bar shoved through your tongue'. Though, to be honest, they quite probably assume you'll have worked out that chewing is going to be a bit difficult for a while. And I did. I knew it would be challenging, especially the first few days. But what I failed to really internalise was the following: you use your tongue a lot and a lot of the time, it's completely subconscious. It's amazing how a commonplace thing like swallowing becomes a bit of chore when there's this metal thing in your mouth. And I quickly realised that licking my lips was not only uncomfortable, but also virtually impossible because of the aforementioned bit of metal.
Talking is also...interesting. The bar is long enough that it actually does not click against my teeth when I speak, but this also means it's long enough to hamper free movement. So most of my difficulty speaking is not because it hurts or aches or is uncomfortable (though there is that), but because I can't actually fit my tongue and mouth around the sounds I need to make. In short, I shound a lot laig vish. This appears to be a great source of amusement to anyone I talk to. There is talk of putting me on the phone tomorrow. That's going to be fun.
And then there's the eating, wot I mentioned up there already.
I know I can eat:
Thick soups (think split pea soup consistency).
Miniscule amounts of bread.
Yoghurts and mousses.
Very very small amounts of thinly-sliced cooked ham.
Popsicles. Hurray sugar rush!
Extrapolating from that, I should be able to eat:
Mash in all its glorious forms. Except the ones wiv bits in (no kale mash, woe).
...
More mash? (Hey, I like mash.)
Things I Can Not Has (And Therefore Now Really Really Want):
Absolutely everything edible in the world which requires chewing, moving food around, licking and, in general, a fully functional tongue which does not have a bloody great big bar through the middle.
Also, chocolate.
But yes, I am very happy with it.
My care sheet says 'consider going to a liquid diet'. They should've just said 'Be warned, you (probably) won't be able to eat normal foods because you've just had a huge ass metal bar shoved through your tongue'. Though, to be honest, they quite probably assume you'll have worked out that chewing is going to be a bit difficult for a while. And I did. I knew it would be challenging, especially the first few days. But what I failed to really internalise was the following: you use your tongue a lot and a lot of the time, it's completely subconscious. It's amazing how a commonplace thing like swallowing becomes a bit of chore when there's this metal thing in your mouth. And I quickly realised that licking my lips was not only uncomfortable, but also virtually impossible because of the aforementioned bit of metal.
Talking is also...interesting. The bar is long enough that it actually does not click against my teeth when I speak, but this also means it's long enough to hamper free movement. So most of my difficulty speaking is not because it hurts or aches or is uncomfortable (though there is that), but because I can't actually fit my tongue and mouth around the sounds I need to make. In short, I shound a lot laig vish. This appears to be a great source of amusement to anyone I talk to. There is talk of putting me on the phone tomorrow. That's going to be fun.
And then there's the eating, wot I mentioned up there already.
I know I can eat:
Thick soups (think split pea soup consistency).
Miniscule amounts of bread.
Yoghurts and mousses.
Very very small amounts of thinly-sliced cooked ham.
Popsicles. Hurray sugar rush!
Extrapolating from that, I should be able to eat:
Mash in all its glorious forms. Except the ones wiv bits in (no kale mash, woe).
...
More mash? (Hey, I like mash.)
Things I Can Not Has (And Therefore Now Really Really Want):
Absolutely everything edible in the world which requires chewing, moving food around, licking and, in general, a fully functional tongue which does not have a bloody great big bar through the middle.
Also, chocolate.
But yes, I am very happy with it.
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Date: 2010-03-29 08:54 pm (UTC)Chocolate sauce. Chocolate ice cream? :-)
(I'm the world's biggest coward and was reading your post cringing as I imagined how much that would hurt. What a wimp I am!)
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:42 am (UTC)It doesn't actually hurt (for me, at least). But it is one of those 'your mileage may vary' kind of things.
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:50 am (UTC)For me, it's the anticipation of it possibly hurting that's probably worse anyway :-)
I was told having my ears pierced wouldn't hurt, but it did - probably at least partly because I expected it to...
You're clearly braver than me :-)
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-30 11:34 am (UTC)Glad you like it though. :-)
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Date: 2010-03-30 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-30 06:51 am (UTC)I also request a recording :-P
I also request pictures once it's all settled and healed up, on the basis that this request is more likely to be granted than the recording...
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-30 09:30 am (UTC)Brought to you by someone who cannot be separated from chocolate :p
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Date: 2010-03-30 10:44 am (UTC)