Still a bit under the weather. Did you know that your salivary glands can get stones that block the ducts and make your face blow up so that you look like a bizarre hybrid of human and chipmunk? Now you do.
At least, that’s what the primary care nurse practitioner and I think it is.
Well, that is another possibility but otolaryngology (ear, nose, and through, or ENT) is not one of the specialties I’m well-aquainted with, so tomorrow it’s off to the otolaryngologist I go. In the meantime, we’re trying to avert an infection and I’m left with the usual antibiotic side effects that have me thinking of a new slogan for the one I’m taking, “Augmentin: When Every Sneeze Is a Gamble.”
Here’s the food drive donation box at my primary care doctor’s office:
I feel lucky and grateful that I managed to time my call to this ENT’s office right after someone canceled an appointment because this practice is right up the block from me, a 10-minute walk. Otherwise, I’d have to hunt around to find an ENT because this one doesn’t have any other openings until December.
The home treatment for this condition is drinking tons of water—gotta keep that spit watery!—massage, warm compresses, and sucking on citrusy or tart candies. One physician I saw on YouTube last night recommended Starbursts, though he is in the UK and refers to them as Opal Fruits and refuses to call them Starbursts. So that’s today’s candy. Starbursts, I mean. “Opal Fruits” sounds like a fancy name for a kiwi fruit to me, and I am not a fan of kiwi fruit. So Starbursts.
zenzalei 