And I want to cry.
Last time, it lasted 4 long, torturous months. I don’t want to go there again. But I think it’s
too late.
I find myself fearful. That is an understatement...
It showed up Monday, feeling like a piece of food between my
teeth. Within an hour, my upper and
lower jaw ached like toothaches (only on the right side). Then it spread to my cheek (bruised), my ear
(infected) and my temple (migraine). The whole side of my face felt like the
top of a throb.
It’s hard to smile… and sleep… and eat.
That first morning, I had crunchy cereal with cold milk. I forgot about the sensitivity issues. You know when you have a toothache and the
dentist raps your tooth with his hammer and they have to peel you off the
ceiling. Yeah, that feeling.
I'm really not trying to complain. But I do want a record of what it feels like…
in case my memory gets fuzzy.
Oh yeah, that’s already an issue...
Now, what was I talking about?
I was reading up on it today. Here’s a little factoid: For years, it was
called “the suicide disease”. No kidding.
Ha! When I went back to link this to an old post, I see my friend, Kim, asked if this was called the "suicide disease"! I have some pretty well-read friends. :-)
So, if you see me around, and I’m not smiling, please don’t
think I’m angry or unfriendly. I’m just trying to focus on not moving my
head/face.
Thankfully, the really intense pain comes and goes. I can mostly handle the dull ache that sticks around. Here's a positive spin: Ice cream has suddenly lost it's luster for me. :-)
Blessings to you,
Mamita
1 comment:
Hi, Julie. Am reading this in mid-March. How are you feeling? Has the pain subsided? Sounds like an absolutely horrible illness.
Damaris
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