And the riff-raff has moved in--on my tongue at first. It started with the black tongue that is common when taking an antibiotic. I thought it would clear up after I was done with the meds. Nope. It merely evolved. It became a "hairy tongue", and now it's become a full-fledged case of "thrush". Sunday night, my tongue began hurting. I thought maybe it was a taste bud gone bad and as the Bible says, "If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out". Well, I located a swollen taste bud in the central part of my tongue, and thinking "maybe if I just got rid of it"...I grabbed my small needle-nose pliers, latched onto the elongated taste bud, and pulled the stupid thing right off my tongue.
Who would've thought that a tongue with a dismembered taste bud would bleed so badly? I tried to yell at my husband to grab a wet wash cloth. He came in to see what I was blathering about, and found me trying to talk with a really bloody tongue. What a stupid thing to do.
Yesterday morning I woke up to sore tonsils and throat, and my tongue still hurt. I felt generally sick again. I ended up going to the doctor, who gave me the diagnosis. This stuff has spread to my throat and also my intestines. I didn't tell her about my self-surgery. I learned my lesson. And in case you're wondering, the photo is NOT of my tongue. I just tried to find an example of "thrush tongue" that wasn't horribly gross.
From now on, I won't sever anything other than skin tags.
