I’ve been here for a few weeks now, and it’s really quite something. It’s sunny everyday, it’s warm, it’s above 20 degrees… It’s difficult to believe there’s snow in England, say.
Roast meats, salads, hummus, vine leaves- all rather tasty… but I do kind of miss Chinese food.
Anyway, the main reason for the post is to tell you about the paaaain I’m in.
Of the few weeks I’ve been here, 80% of the time I’ve had an ulcer. Before it was on the gums near my chin. I thought that was painful enough, eating was a chore. It grew bigger with each day, more raw-looking and I thought it’d never heal. Bonjela didn’t really work. Besides, all the dribble watered it away. The ulcer on its own wasn’t that bad, it was the pairing of that and raw-roof-of-mouth which made it worse.
Some-teen days later, it’s GONE! I am over the moon but, before I have a chance to celebrate, I feel another niggle under my tongue.
GAAAAH!!! It must almost be a week by now. Eating is pain. Drinking is sometimes pain. Brushing my teeth is ultimate pain. I’m constantly salivating . I’m constantly wincing. I can utter sentences sometimes, before I wince some more and feel like chucking books at people. Well, the only person around me.
I’ve recently started with the bonjela again. Thing is, the ulcer rubs against my back tooth whenever anything happens. It makes you truly appreciate how much your tongue moves.
I’ve read a few advice pages. As a result, I’ve been gargling warm salty water. One blog even told me to rub salt on it. I wanted to cry.
But I must man up. I will survive, even if it means I appear unsociable when talking to other people and look as if each food item I put into my mouth is HORRIBLE.
Other than that, I’m enjoying my time in Muscat.