The Bloody Doors Off

There’s a white circular patch under the right side of my tongue. Doctor thinks it’s an ulcer; she’s referring me to an ear, nose, and throat guy.

She did admit they may need to take a biopsy, to rule out pre-cancerous concerns.

So yeah. Fifty-five and moving into the “is this gonna kill me?” phase of my life.

It’s true, when you’re in your twenties you feel invincible. But now? Just cover me in bubble wrap.

On another note, she thinks my restless leg was aggravated by the lithium, and will hopefully settle back to being a minor annoyance now that I’m purging the drug from my system.