On a recent (August 12) Sunday afternoon, I gave a toast to my longtime friend, Barry, inside an enclosed reception hall built atop a large fishing pier in Kitty Hawk, N.C. The toast was in front of 80 people and I delivered it with aplomb only because the DJ handed me a microphone that allowed me to speak in a normal voice. Any scenario where I have to project my voice, unaided by technology, still proves difficult, because I lack the specific muscle strength in my mouth that leads to clear-sounding speech. In other words, precision deteriorates when I have to "speak up." The sensation on the top of my tongue has returned, however, it feels "marbled" and feels about 80% of normal ability. The side and bottom of my tongue is about 60% and I have no feeling in the right bottom of my mouth. I can only hope it will come back.
Still very frustrated. Still very annoyed at the dentist, and wondering whether the time for litigation is close at hand, given the worry I have about a permanent speaking disability.
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