Friday, September 18, 2009
Stay Away From the Mouth
My gag reflex has turned on me. Literally. I cannot stand to have normal things in my mouth. Even my toothbrush has a hex on me. It just vibrates around, profusely gyrating about, threatening to send me to the porcelain God. Even smells do it for me. If I smell the wrong thing, madness ensues.
It’s really ironic, the mouth issue. I don’t have a uvula (this is not a vulgar thing). I had it removed because of my sleep apnea. I was told I’d never gag, make oinking sounds, or speak French again (not that I ever did any of these things to begin with).
I can only attribute my newfound disgust with oral items to pregnancy. In the meantime, I’m keeping everything foreign away from my mouth and perhaps signing up for a French class or two.