This week the sea went from this:
… to … the exact same thing, because … well, even through I’ve spent the week fixing up basements and dishwashers, I haven’t been well.
After last week’s dental appointment, my jaw did not recover from all the stretching as I would have liked. It left a visible lump that got progressively bigger and hotter and harder. After a week of ice packs and setting my alarm every four hours to wake up for more Advil, I called to make an appointment with the dentist just to check and see if this was expected.
Turns out my jaw is inflamed, but not infected. I was walking out with a referral to see a chiropractor who works with jaws, when my back — that I had tweaked that morning — went almost entirely sprained. I could still hobble, but that’s all. So, forget about the jaw, and the way my legs had been falling asleep every time I get out of a chair, because all there is now is the sprained back.
So, no painting this week. I wonder if I could go see the jaw/back chiropractor, just for the new experience of seeing a chiropractor. I also wonder if I could stop taking the Advil and just start drinking.