I was depositing some checks at the ATM yesterday, and I was in a bit of a rush. I was trying to keep Devin under control as I swiped my card and punched in my numbers. I stuffed the checks into an envelope and whisked the flap across my tongue. The stinging sensation of the paper cut I got gave me an immediate flashback to the week before, when at a banquet I was licking the envelope for a thank you card to a preceptor. The intern accross the table from me said “Aren’t you afraid you’ll cut your tongue?” I shot her a puzzled look like: “Why should I be afraid of something like that?”
So I have created a new word from greek word roots: Glossectophobia – fear of cutting your tongue!