Many moons ago I moaned about my recurring run in with "Priscilla" my ever-friendly and gregarious oral fibre. Much to my chagrin, she has broadened her horizons and begun explorations of my gums and soft palate. It's all stress-functional.
Ya know, other people throw things, or throw up; cry maniacally; get hives; spin on the floor; whatever the chosen expression is when stress is sucking the life out of them. But me, vain ol' me - no, no, no, no, no, nooooooooooooo, nothing so plebian. I've got cold sores forming shanty towns on my soft palate and along the gum line of my molars, not to mention making brief reconnaissance missions in the rear guard of my tongue.
Too much info??? Yeah, well, you're here so might as well get comfortable. No doubt this is all sprung up from the recent break-ups. Ach....... what's an exciting life without a little oral discomfort to break up the rhythm???
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