My Dorsal Fin

I had my scoping yesterday.  It went well.  It was Dr. Folds(my blog name for her) and two graduate students.  All very nice.

We started out with a bunch of questions, then went into this soundproof room with this ULTRA-COOL machine thing that recorded my voice and all of its range.  I was able to make my voice do the weird thing.  "Flutter", as she called it.

Then came the scoping.  I thought they were going to do it down my nose, but apparently, I was tough enough to have the thing stuck down my throat.  Dr. Folds touched my gag reflex a couple times, but I was OK.

The results?  It is very likely just a developmental thing.  I had a very little acid reflux, and have stopped eating and drinking everything good in the world  consuming things that will irritate it.  Also, my tongue base is too raised when I sing, which is flipping my epiglottis forward when it shouldn't.  Dr. SAL said he will be watching my tongue.

Oh yeah, and my vocal folds weren't particularly small.  Boo.

Mom has been calling it my dorsal fin.  Who knows where she came up with that?