DOWN IN THE MOUTH

Sitting at the dinner table with my husband Marek, then 46, and our daughter Ola, then 10, I frowned.

‘Are you alright?’ Marek asked.

‘My tongue feels strange,’ I said.

It almost felt like a strained muscle.

‘It’s probably nothing though,’ I continued, and I picked up my knife and fork and carried on with my meal.

I didn’t think too much of it. But over time, the pain got stronger.

At first I’d only noticed it when eating, but if I wiggled my tongue around it was also uncomfortable.

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