Midge has a funny tongue

Hi Percy here.

Midge and I went to see Shirley and Barry, the tooth specialists, last week.  I objected strongly to having my teeth examined, but Auntie Shirley held me by my shoulders and tummy , and Mummy held my back feet, which was surprisingly reassuring, and I let Uncle Barry look at my teeth and file one corner of one which had grown a bit.  They all agreed that my lump does not intrude on my mouth, and that it does make me wear my incisors slightly unevenly.  I don’t mind Mummy rasping my top incisors, but I object to the bottom ones being down.  Shirley did my bottom ones 😦

Midge seems to have worn down his top teeth, which might be one of the reasons he had a sudden loss of weight, but there was nothing to cause him pain.  He had some of his lower molars filed but nothing clipped off.  His incisors are very big, but have ‘perfect occlusion’.  While they were looking at them, Shirley noticed his tongue.  Mummy said that the other day it looked a bit sore, although it didn’t the day we went to see Shirley and Barry.

You know how your tongue is attached to the base of your mouth with a sort of membrane?  Ours attaches more to the sides. Mine is about halfway along my tongue, behind my cheek folds.  Midge’s is far further forward, almost level with the corners of his lips! So he probably has trouble using his tongue. Mummy wondered if it stopped him clearing his mouth properly, and that was why it was always stuffed with food?  I think you’re being over-generous there, Mummy. Midge’s mouth is always stuffed with food because he’s worried he might go hungry.

Mummy didn’t get a photo to show you, but here are some photos of Midge, me and the others taken eating the lovely parsley Auntie Shirley gave us from her garden.

So you see, some good comes from our trip to the dentist.

P.S. The lab report came back. I have a sarcoma. It might spread, or it might not. Dougall had a sarcoma but they took his out, because it was on his hip. Mummy’s stopped giving me medicine unless she thinks I need something.  I’m very happy with all of that. Now perhaps I can have some peace and quiet.

 

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The dentist visited us

We had a visit from the guinea pig dentists on Thursday.  Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry were coming to see Mummy and they brought their dentist kit.  They were trained by the Cambridge Cavy Trust to do our teeth without anaesthetic, which the vets don’t like, apparently, but it was okay and soon done, and we didn’t have to be in our boxes to be driven anywhere (especially to the noisy vets with all those barking, yelping and crying dogs).

First to be done were Midge and Kevin.  Midge has had comments about his teeth on both his last vet visits, but they were comments about the opposite sides of his mouth, so Mummy knew something was self-correcting.  Apparently his teeth were a little long, and had mostly done too much wearing away of the top ones, so they’ve been adjusted to get them better balanced.

Kevin was very glad not to be driven to see them.  He’s been to see them a couple of times and he says it’s a LONG way.  Mummy says it’s not as far as the Cambridge Cavy Trust, which is where George had to go, and George used to get car sick.  Poor George.  I don’t mind going in the car.  I’ve only done short journeys though.

Kevin’s teeth were more or less fine, but he fussed a bit about having them done, until he realised Auntie Shirley wasn’t going to let him go.  His front teeth are fine again, too.

Oscar’s teeth were one of the things Mummy wanted checked because he’s not been eating hay and he’s been drinking a lot and losing weight.  Uncle Barry said he had very long front molars, but the back ones were fine, so maybe he couldn’t move the hay through to the back.  He sorted him out and when Oscar came back, he started eating the fresh hay Mummy gave us.  Then he went and sulked in the corner.

Then I had mine looked at and I didn’t like it at all.  I tried wriggling a lot and Auntie Shirley told me all the others had been very calm, and what was my problem?  Well, I didn’t like it, that was my problem.  But Uncle Barry took some sharp corners off the front of my molars and they do feel better now. So I suppose it was worth it.

Thank you, Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry, and thank you for treating Mummy to lunch and staying for tea and talking about books.  Books are good.