Eat your heart out, Wrigley's

The continuing journey that my tongue is taking as it fully "awakens" from its 10-month coma is a frustrating experience, and one that requires a vast amount of patience. I still don't have sensation on the right front underside and it feels like 94% of my tongue is operational and dragging the stubborn unusable 6% with it. When you lack sensation in a part of the body that otherwise contains the most sensitive external sensors, the unworking areas seem inflated or highlighted. The "dead" area I envision feels like a chewed-up piece of gum. In other words, I'm storing Wrigley's flavorless gum just behind my teeth.