Day 31 - And Then There Were 4

August 22

It was an ordinary day for getting nuked. Show up. Lie down. Get nuked. Get up. Leave.

How do I feel? Yucky. With all the warnings and disclaimers from doctors at the beginning of this process, I expected my ability to swallow to be terribly compromised. In fact, it is everything above the part of your throat you think of when you think about swallowing that is a mess. My soft palate is basically one, big canker sore. I already described the sores on the left side of my mouth...same idea.

Because of the pain in those other areas, every unconscious fiber in my brain responsible for swallowing brakes hard when I try to consume something. It is a constant fight to overcome that autonomic protection. You can imagine then how tiring eating is. Pain meds help me beat back my brain's "YOU'RE GONNA CHOKE" imperative long enough that I'm still on solid food.