The Bloody Doors Off

It’s 9:30 pm on the first day of a new year, and I can’t tell between a tablespoon and a teaspoon.

Who had ‘Koster loses his marbles’ on their 2022 bingo card?

Okay, I’m not going mad. Just confused as all hell.

I slept until 1:30 pm today. Woke up around 9 to take a piss, and promptly crawled back into bed for several more hours.

This from the guy who couldn’t sleep past 6 am on a good day.

Two more days.

I just gotta endure this tongue pain a couple more days and (hopefully) I’ll have answers and/or a game plan.

I honestly thought I’d just bitten the damned thing, when it started.

I’m worried that I’m not worried enough about it. Oh, I have my moments, but that’s all they are. And the pain is constant. Mostly a dull ache, a 2 on a scale up to 10. But, usually when I eat or drink, I’ll get a jab of searing pain, ratcheting up to a 7 or 8. And honestly, I’m a little surprised I got an appointment so quickly after New Year’s. They called to confirm a few days ago and I panicked they were phoning to cancel because of Covid.