I thought that what Bub had done to me was a simple, if not severe, injury.

At any rate, at the advice of my care team I sought medical assistance in the form of a doctor’s visit. They gave me pain medication that makes the healing process tolerable, for which I am thankful. They gave me some mouthwash whose name I will never be able to spell but is not painful. And then the kicker… I was prescribed oral antibiotics in spite of my long-standing history contraindicating them, requiring that I be given antibiotics via IV concurrent with nausea medication whenever they are required. In this case, my medical records were not even read. I’m supposed to be given intravenous antibiotics as the need arises, whenever the need arises, concurrent with nausea medication. This did not happen in this case and attempts (or, shall I say, attempt) to take the oral antibiotic was horrifying on my end. But the pain medication that I was prescribed has been carrying the day, as they say, and is making the healing process of this tolerable as I continue to use the oral mouthwash that I was prescribed in conjunction. It doesn’t hurt.