Let me introduce you to Morris the Mould:
This last week I’ve seen Max Fax about the hole in the roof of my mouth. Their immediate fix is Morris. He reminds me of a retainer brace I once had when I was in my teens.I’m thinking about getting him googly eyes and a wig.
But seriously, although currently uncomfortable he covers the hole allowing me to eat and drink without things coming out of my nose.
But it doesn’t seal the hole by sitting flat against it as I hoped. This means my ability to talk and be understood is still impaired.
They are looking to surgically fix the hole and potentially rebuild my septum in my nose in January. Providing that:
- The hole doesn’t get any worse in the meantime – not something I really have control over.
- That I remain smoke-free.
- That I manage to improve my blood sugar readings to reduce the risk of surgical complications. I’m going on an insulin pump soon, which should help with this.
I’m disappointed that Morris doesn’t sit tight against the roof of my mouth, essentially blocking the hole so that I can speak normally. In every conversation, I am struggling to be understood. For someone that’s always relied on verbal communication this is heartbreaking.
My mood is low and I feel like Vascuilitis is winning.
Take care,
Antony
