Speak No Evil... Or Anything Else

Speaking has officially become too painful. For me to do, that is; some would argue that hearing me speak has always been too painful. But if you think I mangled the English language before...

Jeanette and I visited with Dr. O'Sullivan today who took a peek in my mouth and confirmed that it should hurt. He prescribed some Xylocaine, the key anesthetic ingredient in that magic mouthwash, that I can apply directly to my mouth sores as needed. Otherwise, I'm to stick with my Tylenol 3s until they no longer do the job. After that, I'll board the Percocet express and ride it until I reach morphine town.

Tomorrow I check back into Princess Margaret Hospital for round two of chemo. I should be home again by Thursday.