After my visit to the doctor yesterday my symptoms seemed to get a bit worse. It was most likely all psychosomatic from thinking about it so much, and the hypochondriac's heaven that is the internet didn't help at all. As soon as I got home the accumulated mental exhaustion swept over me and I took a deep nap. J came home with dinner and forced me to eat (I still have no taste on the left side of my tongue and everything tastes a bit funny). With renewed energy from the food, I began to freak out again. "I'm pretty sure it's Bell's palsy. It's temporary in most cases, so that's good. Gawd I hope it's not Lyme disease...